New Orleans
Morelli manor
Iva
That was the best sleep I had in what feels like ages ago. After Emilio left, Matteo took me up to the guest bedroom on the second floor, the bed was large and inviting and my body could not wait to rest on it.
There was a t-shirt folded on top of it with a note, "wear me ".
" That door is the bathroom, this one a closet, the boss will have your room ready tomorrow so for tonight you rest here"
"My room?" I asked Matteo
"Yes, have a good night sleep princess"
"Good night"
I look at the shirt I am wearing, it reached just below my bum, barely covered it, I went for the closet and opened it to find it empty, shrugging I took off the shirt and went to the bathroom to take a shower, once done I put on the dress I wore last night, I leave my hair in twisted braids and walk barefoot out of the room and begin my search for the mafia boss.
I didn't have to search long, in fact, I didn't have to search at all, as soon as I reached the stairs, I followed the most amazing aroma straight to the kitchen and found him shirtless flipping pancakes, his muscles flexing with every toss.
Show off
I scoffed, he turns around and smiled that dimpled smile at me and winked "morning to you too Iva".
My ears grew hot as I realized I said that out loud, I cleared my throat and greeted him back, looking around at the feast in front of me my mouth watering at the site, I love food and I want to try out everything on this table but there's a lot for it to just be for two people so I asked: " are you feeding an army or something?".
"Yes, actually, few of my men will come in a minute, I don't normally cook but when I do and don't leave some for them I get to spend the day with pouty children instead of grown trained killers"
And right on cue, two guys came in shoving at each other, I recognize one to be Matteo and the other one was a caramel-skinned guy with a lip ring, stormy gray eyes, and a curly fade he had tattoos up to his neck and built nicely much like every male guy I've seen here, he looked young maybe Lerica's age 18 years old, if she were still here
"Hi, I'm Bradley, you can call me Brad, or handsome, or favorite, or-"
"Shut up, you little sh**"
I look up and I saw another guy, who looks like an older version of Brad coming my way with his arms opened, before I could register, he pulls me off my chair and hugs me, and I make an umph sound as I connect with his chest.
"Cane, please don't suffocate her," says Matteo.
Cane sends me a wink and then sits down next to me, Emilio starts putting everything on the table and pulls out his phone to type, and then placed it in his pocket, more men come in and start sitting around the table and everyone just starts dishing for themselves, and I just sit there and watch.
"Eat princess"
"You want me to help serv-"
"Here, have my plate, I'll just fix a second one," Cane said placing his plate in front of me, my eyes widen at the amount of food piled upon it.
I smiled and thanked him, I take my first bite, closed my eyes, and chewed slowly savoring the taste, I sighed and shivered with foodgasm, relaxing back to my seat and then opening my eyes, to see all eyes on me.
"Why was that such a- " Emilio slaps Brad at the back of his head before he could finish, I giggle and smile at Brad who is now tubing his head with a cute pout.
" You like? " Emilio asks
"Love it, Enkosi," I tell him and he nods and turns to eat his food
"What does that mean?" Asks Brad
"It means Thank you"
"Cool where you from?" It was Matteo who asked this time
"South Africa" I replied
"Sweet, you speak African?" Brad says in disbelief to Emilio, I snorted while Emilio gave him a stupid look.
"This idiot" mumbles Cane
"He's cute" I laughed and the guys roll their eyes, while Emilio shakes his head.
Breakfast goes on like I have been staying with them for longer than 24 hours, soon the guys get up and clean the table, I offered to wash the dishes, but Emilio said we needed to talk so I followed him to his office.
"I've been thinking about what we talked about yesterday, well what you told me, one thing I will tell you, Agron will be looking for you, he is looking" he paused to read my face before continuing.
"So you will need protection, I can provide that for you".
" What's the catch?" I ask
"You take care of my heirs".
" You don't have a nanny?" I frowned, something didn't add up
"No, they only became my responsibility a few days ago, I was searching for one but now that you here, you can take care of them".
" Okay cool, but I feel like you holding out on me" I voiced out
" You will need to sign these" he hands me two files and I open them to see they were contracts, one written CODE OF SILENCE and the other with "Agreement" at the top I look at him and nod.
I go through it and read through it before I jotted my name on the dotted line feeling like I was signing my soul away to the devil.
"One more thing" he stands up and rounds the table pulling a chair to sit facing me our knees touching.
"You were trafficked" he started
"Meaning, you don't have your passport, Id, or visa, you are in this country illegally, and should any circumstance bring you in front of the police department you will go to jail".
He pulls out another file and holds it up " here is all you need to become a legal citizen, it will be finalized within a week if you agree, if not then you will have to either hide and continue to be an illegal immigrant, or go the long process of obtaining your documents which 1. may or may not have you deported back Africa, 2. Hand you to Agron on a silver platter or 3. Earn you jail time which may likely end with you back to Agron"
"Can I look at it?"
"You will in a few minutes, but before you do, I want you to understand, that I won't force you to do anything, and if what is in here is not something you can handle then you are free to choose otherwise, but I need to stress this of you do choose to agree, there is no turning back, the only way out will be death".
My eyes widened, and I thought signing the code of silence was a death contract and now he tells me there's an actual death contract.
" Okay, Mr. Morelli-"
"Emilio" he corrects me
"Emilio" he smiles leaning closer to me and I move back a bit.
"I don't do well with suspense, can I see the thing already?" I stretch my hand out to him
"Very well" he gives me the file but stops me when I am about to open it
"Don't open it here, I don't want you to feel pressured, go through it, make sure you understand everything there, only come find me, when you signed or have something you want to discuss and change given that you will sign" I sigh nodding feeling as a weight has been put on my shoulders.
I take the file and walk out going back to the room I slept in, I don't hesitate to open the file needing to get this over with, and immediately choke on my spit at the words written in bold.
MARRIAGE AGREEMENT
I look at the bottom of the first page and I see both my and Emilio's names and with a signature already scrambled next to his name.
What!
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