Chapter 3 Assigned to the Don

The Don was no one to be messed with.

Ever since the mafia took over the government, the whole world lived in fear of the young vicious mafia boss. I was no exception.

He was considered the most dangerous and respected man in the world. Or at least, what was left if it.

Around twenty years ago, when I was barely one year old, Germany was overtaken by the Darvishi Mafia. The whole country's government was overrun and the country was never the same again.

Upon seeing the power of the Darvishi, more and more powerful mafia started to invade.

After a year, Russia was gone. Another year, Italy. Ten years later, the whole world was at the mafia's mercy.

My eyes scanned the paper again. It was almost laughable. First, Sarah dies and now I was to clean the room of the most unforgiving man on the planet who would not hesitate to kill me if I do much as breathed wrong.

The worst part was, I was incompletely inexperienced. I was the kitchen maid my entire life! I know how to clean, of course everyone here does.

However, cleaning up a room and cleaning up mafia boss's room were two completely different things.

One small mistake and I would be killed without a second thought.

In that moment, all I wanted to do was run upstairs and soak up my pillow, but I knew I didn't have that option. Absence was not tolerated in any shape or form at the estate. You would get severely punished.

In my world, being punished was worse than dying. The Lord's did not have time for an insignificant maid. So they would hand us over to the hands of some bored guard.

And being bored was dangerous. Especially here

The human brain has no ideas what type of torture these men come up with.

I stared at the list again and again, hoping my eyes were playing some sort of tricks on me.

But they were not. This was real.

I was going to die tonight.

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I rushed to the kitchen while quickly trying an apron behind my back.

If I was late, I will would suffer 50 hits with a whip of the guard's choosing and I promised myself I would never go through that torture again.

I open the door abruptly to see that I have made it just on time.

Kitchen maids were already running around like crazy searching for the appropriate dishes.

The chefs were yelling their throat out and downright slapping the maids if they didn't oblige right away.

The chefs were not good people. Especially in the kitchen. It was the one place they held any power in.

I ran up to madam Cortez to await further instructions.

" You ! " The woman screamed at me.

"Get me the onions before I get bored and use this knife on you instead! "

I gulped and ran as if it were for my life. Because it was.

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It was the end of my half shift meaning I had around 30 minutes to run and make the Don's room spotless.

While sprinting up the stairs I was silently praying in my head. Tears were forming themselves in my eyes and I quietly let them out.

I could feel a familiar bruising in my pain in my heart. I knew what was coming.

No. Not yet.

My head ached and I felt my legs begging to give out but I didn't let them . I couldn't. I just had to be okay for a few more minutes.

I took out my brush and started sweeping.

My mind was slowly to relax after a while. I took a deep few breaths and tried hard not to have a panic attack.

I placed two fingers on my neck to feel my pulse and my heart visibly relaxed. I took deep inhales and exhales to try and slow down the rapid beating of my heart. I knew I was wasting time but from living with severe anxiety my whole life, i knew my panic attack could get so bad I might die.

But I couldn't today.

In and out. In and out.

I kept reciting those words in my mind until my head began to feel clearer.

With one last deep exhale, I gripped the brush with my first.

My eyes studied the room to find the the spot where I could start. They stopped once they landed on a big gothic clock in the corner of the dark room.

5 minutes.

I HAD FIVE MINUTES!

I could feel my heart explode out of my chest and my tears of panic rushed back as if they had never left.

My mind quickly snapped back to semi - control and I grabbed the moon.

I felt my world slowly shutting down before me but I knew I couldn't let it. The rogue tears kept running out of my eyes and I was in no state to stop them as I tried my best to focus on the mop and cleaning the gigantic room.

I threw the brush away and took the sponge while splashing it into the water. I could hear my soft cries that hovered under my breath.

3 minutes

My legs started shaking as I desperately tried to pick up pace. From what I could tell my pulse was getting out of control. I had to calm. No I had to finish. I had to.

I couldn't even feel my heart anymore and I was on the verge of passing out. I started sweeping like crazy.

I swept and swept because my mind didn't know what else to do. It was as if I wasn't even there anymore. My hands were shaking and my entire body was trembling with more desire to stop.

I was loosing control. I knew that. The feeling of worthlessness swept through me in a hurry but I knew it was too late to stop.

Why do I have to be like this why couldn't I just be normal?

Tears were rolling down my eyes and my throat chocked back the noises.

I dusted and dusted while my brain was gradually loosing consciousness.

I'm going to die. I'm going to die.

1 minutes

And then it stopped. My breathing, my heartbeat, my morbid thought... They had all just stopped.

And as if for the grand finale,

I gave into the darkness

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