Mafia Servant

Chapter 12 - If all arguments are like this, everyone would be doing it

@ Game room, The White Coffin

Thursday night, a few hours after the Tentacles incident

Elizabeth's POV

Several housemaids were cleaning the humongous room when the four of us walked in. Upon witnessing our entrance, the housemaids stopped what they were doing and left in an orderly manner.

The unusual thing was how they bowed to Angelo like the ministers and peasants would to a king, it was an old form of showing respect that I have not seen for a long time. They did not straighten up until Angelo dismissed them verbally, making me feel uncomfortable at such an old-fashioned etiquette.

"Is there an actual need for them to be this respectful or are you guys just assholes?" I whispered to Julian, who had one arm around my waist, supporting my bruised body.

My eyes did not leave Angelo as he walked to the refrigerator and grabbed an ice bag and a couple of beers. He was expressionless as he spoke to Rafael who went to help him prepare some fruits.

He's truly angry if he doesn't even show emotions when talking to Rafael.

Julian made me sit down on the sofa before turning on the bluetooth speakers, adding soft pop music to the too quiet room. He reached for my medicine pouch and started handling me the pills, "The formal, Eli. While the Mietitores don't actually care about such traditional etiquettes, it does not mean the other families feel the same way. There have been cases whereby invited guests were unsatisfied with the treatment they received here and took it out on the housemaids."

"So it's for the best if they are taught to be prim and proper?" I concluded, swallowing all the pills in one go. The red-headed boy patted my hand as if he understood what I was thinking.

A sudden cold bag of ice was slapped onto my swollen left cheek, making me jump up in shock. Rafael's hand were a few centimetres away from me as he beamed at my reaction and gently paste the ice bag on my face once more. I held onto the ice bag and thanked Rafael sheepishly, the new injury totally forgotten if not for him.

Rafael and Angelo laid down a few bowls of snacks and fruits, beers and a glass of water on the coffee table and settled down on the sofa.

The sofa groaned under the added pressure as the two princes picked their spots. I moved away instinctively when the Mietitore prince took a seat right by me, my mind a step later than my reflexes. I stole a glance at Angelo to check if he has noticed my movement but his face gave away nothing.

I counted the number of beers. There were only three bottles which the boys swooped in for, leaving me with the glass of water. I pouted, there is no way in hell I am drinking water after a night like this.

"Where's my bottle of beer?"

"No beer for underage kids, Piccolo!"

"I'm not underage!"

"Eli, you look like you just finished high school."

"I'm the same age as you, matchstick!"

Angelo sighed through his nose and took a large swing from his own bottle. The back-and-forth fuss between the Valentine prince, the Oracle and me ended the next second.

The Mietitore prince was asking for some peace.

The two other boys beat me in finding an excuse to get far away from Angelo and left before I could even open my mouth. Once the door clicked shut behind Julian, Angelo turned to me.

Uh-oh.

"How could you be this irresponsible?" He thundered, releasing all the pent up anger.