Lover Turned Maid For Mafia Boyfriend

I tried hard not to glare at Tristan. But he shrugged at me nonchalantly, as if to say, "It's just a wedding"

But here's the thing:

Tristan is totally in love with me.

All the other girls are there to satisfy his thirst as a man. But I was exclusively there to quench the thirst for his soul. In his mind, I belonged to him.

Three weeks before, Tristan caught a guard talking to me. He perceived it as though he was flirting with me.

The instructions to everyone in the Mafia Mansion was clear : "Alyssa is and forever will be TRISTAN'S GIRL"

And as per rules, those whoever tried to flirt with me would be facing grave consequences.

I was in the garden by myself when I heard the brutal public execution of the poor guard. It happened in the mansion. And the floor was stained with his blood which I had to clean later. The kid was barely 19 and was a sweet soul.

My hate towards Tristan only grew day by day. At the moment, I couldn't even physically or mentally process the resentment I had for him. My loathing towards Tristan had reached a metaphysical realm.

I was in a whacky maid outfit while the two in front of me matched in beige and marroon combo. I rolled my eyes when Tavi clicked endless pictures of them.

*ping!*

I turned to my little, barely functioning phone to open the message.

It was from Tavi,

Tavisse Tao: ATTACHMENT

I clicked on the attachment, raising an eyebrow to judge. She was licking his cheek as he enjoyed it with a masculine grin.

The caption read: He's so tasty~

"Losers." I muttered under my breath.

"Get the driver. And throw her in the backseat." Tavi said with an unbearable screech in her voice. I followed them to the said car.

I sat in the backseat. First destination was Salvano Co.

"Hmm. I like this and this one too." Tavi said, picking her bridal outfits.

"Wear it and show it to me." She threw the dress on my face.

"But I'm 2 sizes bigger than you." I stated the obvious. I was curvy and well maintained. She looked like a tall skinny man with no beard. There was a lot of difference.

"Don't speak back to me." Tavi hissed, pushing me back by the shoulder. The shop helper looked at me with pity.

I tried the dress on, which barely climbed past my hips.

"I- I cant pull it any further." The shop helper whispered to me, behind the curtains.

"I'll try myself." I said and did my best to squeeze into the dress.

I was breathless and felt as though my trunk was trapped in a cage. The pressure was too much. I'd have blood clots everywhere on my abdomen and chest after this.

I walked out to show Tavi. Her face twisted in disgust.

It was an A-line dress with simple lace on the top part.

"Mid. Give me another one." She said.

However, as I was stepping down from the platform to show, a small bend in my back tore the fabric from the stitches!

Loud gasps filled the air.

"YOU BITCH!" Before I attained my freedom to breathe, Tavi rushed in and smacked a harsh slap on my face!

I fell to my knees.

"That costed at least 238,000$!! You're such a money hungry whore!" She spewed and kicked me in the chest.

All air out of my lungs flew out and I saw nothing but black.

The next moment I was awake, I woke up in the middle of humongous shopping bags all around me. I would've thought they were for me, but I knew they weren't.

"Look who's awake. Tch." Tavi's muffled voice was heard. I paid no attention to it and looked out of the window.

They stopped at a small road side food stall.

"Get me something to eat." Tavi threw few bills at me and sent me away.

"Yes, Miss." Picking them up from the road and under the tires, I headed to the food stall. Only to realize it was a bad set up.

"GET DOWN!" Before one of the guards could yell, the outbreak had commenced. It was a rival gang, probably a mob with unrealistic self esteem. They wanted to defeat Tristan - who was at least a Yakuza level in this country.

Guards piled up and gunshots began. I had no weapon of my own. I covered my ears and ducked against the car.

"Argh! Fuck!!" A bullet went through my arm, puncturing a huge hole. I knew I had no choice covering myself under the car. The dangers were high and my space to run out of danger - low.

"What the—" I stared wide eyed at Tavi who looked scared inside the car. She looked like she just pissed her pants.

She was Tristan's pillow princess mafia girlfriend - never been in a fight nor witnessed one either.

But it was common sense to not lock the doors when people of the SAME GROUP were right outside!

As a result, a bullet went through my back and I collapsed amidst the mishap.

I hated passing out so many times.

When I woke up, I was informed by the infirmary guard that I was out for 3 days. I was high on morphine drip, almost maxed out because of my seizures and pain.

But guess who refused to give me the treatment after I had awoken?

"She'll be fine without it. Baby, I need it more~" Tavi was lying on the bed opposite to me. Tristan attended to her. I watched as the doctors, on gunpoint, detached the morphine drip from my plugs and attached to hers.

She didn't even need a morphine drip.

She barely had a scratch on her cheek and a broken ankle.

While I sustained two gunshots...

The next few days were spent in hell. With Tavi smirking at me every chance she got.

She rejoiced in my agony filled screams, day and night.

I was going to get my revenge in the best way possible...from Tristan's Mafia Lover.

One week wasn't enough time for wounds like that to heal. I was in pain throughout.

Tavi didn't miss one beat to record me crying in pain, without the morphine, smirking as she laid happily across me.

I looked at her. Hot tears poured down my eyes.

"Well, guess what? Because of your revenge against me and Tristan, he impregnated me. That's right. I'm being forced to carry his baby." I heard her through my pain.

"What...?" I asked, unable to comprehend nor believe.

"I know, I know. THE Tristan Bane was forced to have children with me. He hates children. But did you know what he blurted out last night when he found out I was pregnant?" Tavi got down from her own bed, walking to me with a knife in her hand.

"Tristan said...he'd better gitten a chance to impregnate you...to have YOU as the mother of his children. A whore like yourself." Tavi whispered to my face. The knife edge was sliding across my jaw as she took her sweet time with it.

"You enjoy torturing me too much. Having one kid of your own won't hurt." I said nonchalantly. I didn't care if a knife was literally at my neck.

"There's another catch right here, bitch.

Tristan wants you to be the mother of this child. Why don't you ever let him sleep with you? Bear a child yourself. Why do I have to suffer because of you!?" Suddenly, her rage channeled into the knife. She raised it in the air and jabbed into my thigh.

A blood curdling scream escaped my chest. My gown, my bed had all turned red.