Claimed by the Mafia Prince

n to pay off. I hated the classes I was taking but I had to get a business degree in order to pursue my passion to be the chef at my own restaurant. I was able to get a part time job to pay for

hat is part of an old warehouse. M

I wonder if her ever remembered I lived upstairs. Not that I mattered to anyone. I always felt like I was an outsider in my own

hatever that meant. Usually, when the cars started to show up for the 'meeting', I would simply

schetta, antipasto skewers and Italian meatballs. He also mentioned that I would be serving everyone there. I quickly put my

o skewers with cherry tomatoes, olives, artichoke hearts, spinach, fresh mozzarell

basil. I drizzled balsamic vinegar and olive oil lightly. I set water pitchers out as well

all of the tables. Which were five large round tables in total with eight chairs

ked back and found the men were walking in to be seated. I quickly walked over to the first table and pulled out a chair for a very ta

ed over to the table and the guard said to serve his boss. I nodded quickly and assembled his plate

time the guards served their bosses. I quickly walked over to the next table as the next gr

up the stairs and into my studio. I closed the door and locked it. I put my music on, and I decided to clean my shower. I scrubbed it clean and put clean towels

le to come back downstairs. Oh crap, what did I do? I was starting to re-think everything,

nd stood straight up. I made my way back to the kitche

for me?" Still looking d

o Barone. The Mafia Godfather.

Seriously? My who

his pub and would like for you to serve these types of appe

o meet you. I must say, your cooking

stance for you sir?" I kept my head tilted down and was so afra

afraid. Look at me, my dea

ed at me. He was very good looking for an older man. His eyes were soft, and he h

he mafia godfather. Christ. I feel my body starting to sway,