The Mafia’s Princess

5. Room Service

Once I was inside, I picked up the phone and ordered myself some room service. I hadn't eaten all day, besides some snacks the flight attendant gave me. I did fly first class and could have had delicious meals on my twelve hour flight, but I knew I wouldn’t be able to stomach it with my anxious nerves.

Once my room service was ordered, I grabbed the suitcase that was delivered to my room and began to unpack it. I put my laptop on the desk that was in the corner of the room, then I took the time to notice the room.

It was beautiful with a maroon red that covered the walls. The soft carpet was a cream color, matching the cream colored satin sheets that sat on the comfy looking bed. The decor was mostly made up of crystals, matching the main level interior decor. A nice wooden desk sat in the corner of the room with a nice leather computer chair. A flat screen sat on the wall, across from the bed. I even had two crystal clear sliding glass doors that led out to my private balcony.

I let my feet carry me into the bathroom, showcasing the huge bathtub that looked so relaxing. There was even a walk in shower that was showcased in a crystal clear glass that looked so inviting. Marble floors covered the whole bathroom, flowing into the walk in shower.

I walked over to the shower and turned it on, waiting for the water to warm up. I stripped my clothes off and threw them into a pile in the corner of the bathroom. I hopped in the shower and let the warm water cascade down my body. I washed my hair, letting my long kinky curls flow down my back. Then I washed my body, savoring every relaxing moment of this shower.

The last couple of years have been hectic for me. Either I’ve been hunting people, or I’ve been hunted.

Coming home wasn’t based on me missing this place. I had to come home, I needed to get away from the trouble I started in China. My employer tried to take me out because I uncovered some shady s**t he was doing. Don’t get me wrong, we all do shady s**t in this business, but what he was doing wasn't the type of work I was okay with doing.

I found out he was trafficking children in and out of the states. It repulsed me and made me think of him in a different way. I thought he was a good employer to work for, better than my grandfather honestly.

But boy was I wrong, so wrong.

I tried to talk to him about his dealings when I found out, but that only made things worse. He ended up having some of his goons kidnap me and chain me up. They lashed my back over and over again, giving me some gnarly scars. They said I needed to keep my mouth shut and just do my job.

After a while, I played along, but it was just a means to an end. As soon as they let me free, I made sure they paid with everything.

I ended up destroying Mr. Chang’s operations from the inside out. I hacked into his systems and destroyed everything that kept his little barter system going. I made sure he wouldn't be able to use that system to sell or buy kids again. Then I burned down his properties, making sure he was left with nothing to sell or occupy. Then my last and final touch was me emptying out all of his bank accounts and offshore accounts. I made sure to make large donations to women and children's shelters before heading out. Of course I kept some money for myself, but most of his wealth went to charity. I thought it only seemed fit to go to charity, considering how the money was made.

I didn’t leave a trace either, so they would never find me. It was like a ghost came in and destroyed everything, before disappearing into thin air again.

I’ve been keeping an eye out for him and his operations on the dark web. He doesn't seem to be up and running, but I know one day soon he will be back. When he does come back, I will destroy everything he has built again.

The scars on my back are a reminder of the burning rage and hatred I have for him. Never in my life would I dream that I would have my pretty and soft, chestnut skin tormented like that. It’s not like I don’t have scars on my body. I had minor ones here and there from training growing up. Not to mention the branding I have on my right shoulder blade, declaring my ties to the Genovese legacy. The branding was a ‘G’ with a crown on top, indicating I was born of the family. Made men in our organization just had a branding with the letter ‘G’, and no crown. My grandfather had the same branding as me on his right shoulder blade, but my adoptive brother Matteo didn’t. He just had the letter ‘G’, indicating he was a made man.

Matteo was the son of one of my father’s best friends. He worked for my grandfather and actually was a made man himself. One day he was gunned down, making my grandfather take over raising Matteo.

He was 11 years old at the time, and I was 9.

After that, Matteo and I were as thick as thieves. He was my partner in crime and protected me from lots of threats that I never saw coming. Isábella used to always tell me that he was in love with me, but I didn’t see it. He was my brother in my eyes, nothing less and nothing more. I just wished Grandfather could see him as his son. Matteos the one who should take over as Don of the Genovese crime family when grandfather is ready to retire. That position was never made for me, no matter how much grandfather has tried to mold me for it.

My grandfather was ruthless when it came to training, he made sure I was ready for any threat that came my way. Matteo helped to shield me from sneak attacks my grandfather would send our way. He made everything a test, even a walk to the store. I can remember fighting men half my size at the age of twelve. My body would be covered in bruises, making me look like an abused and malnourished child.

I hated my childhood, no matter how much it has prepared me to be the Valentina I am to this day. I also can’t say I didn’t need it, but sometimes I wish I had a real childhood that was filled with normalcy. I played with guns and knives at the age of six, instead of playing with dolls and dressing up like a princess. I was trained to use every weapon known to man, especially since we handled the gun trade here in New York.

I was destined to live the life of a mercenary, and I have accepted that life. I just want the fate of my life to be in my hands, not anybody else’s. That’s why I won't work for my grandfather again, I will just take jobs when they come my way.

I will be my own boss.

I turned the shower off and got out. I dried my hair and skin, then wrapped the towel around my damp body. I was careful not to rub the towel against my back too much, the scars on my back were still healing. I was beaten with a whip that had an iron knife attached to the end of it. The knife cut into me, slicing my beautiful and soft skin.

I left the bathroom, insearch of something to wear for tonight. I looked forward to relaxing and putting a nice movie on while I ate my dinner.

Before I could even search through my suitcase some more, a knock on my door sounded out. I moaned slightly, knowing my hunger was about to be cured from the room service that was waiting for me on the other side of that door.

I walked towards the door answering it.

“You have no idea how happy I am to…” Before I could even finish my sentence, Nìkolai came into my view. “Oh it’s you.”

He was holding my backpack that was full of cash by the way it looked so stuffed. I groaned slightly, really wanting to eat something.

“Not happy to see me?” A slimy smirk rested on his face as he looked me up and down, drinking me in.

“No, I thought you were my room service.”

He chuckled before barging inside of my room, pushing me to the side.

“Excuse me! You usually need an invite to just come into somebody’s private space.” I didn’t hold back the annoyance from my tone at all.

I closed the door, tightening the towel around me as he just stared at me in amusement.

Now that he was here, standing up, I could actually see just how big he really was. He had to be at least six foot three with the way he cowered over me. Not to mention the huge muscular arms he had on display, including the thick muscular thighs he had hiding in those tight dress pants.

I averted my gaze anywhere but at him, knowing my body was starting to heat up from his sexy and dominating presence.

“So Val Davis, tell me about yourself.” I scoffed at his words, knowing he looked into me already.

“There’s nothing you need to know. I won’t be staying in your hotel long enough for us to become friends.” He chuckled at my comment, setting my bag of cash on the floor.

“Who said we needed to become friends? I just need to know that you aren't gonna bring me any trouble while you stay here.”

“I won’t bring any trouble, I’m just looking for somewhere to stay before I leave again.” I said back while avoiding his menacing gaze.

“How is it that you can afford a bill of $26,578, including having all that cash in your bag? What kind of work do you even do?” His questions were starting to piss me off. He was poking to see what he could find out, because I'm sure his little investigation of me turned up nothing.

“How is it that you don't mind your business?”

“You are my business, considering that you’re staying in my hotel.” I closed my eyes as my body shivered at the sound of his domineering Italian accent.

“I won’t be staying at your hotel for long Gambino.” He smirked, making it so much harder for me to control my s****l urges.

I haven't been with a man since my fiance’s death. It’s been six years since I’ve let a man touch me. Those six years are really taking a toll on me, especially when I have this god of a man in my room, looking like this.

“Tell me why you have euros and yuan in your bag? Have you just come back from overseas?” I couldn't help but chuckle at his questions. That fucker really did snoop through my s**t.

Why is he so curious about me anyways? I am no harm to him, I don’t plan on killing him. If I was gonna kill him, I would have done it already.

“I'm pretty sure you already know the answer to your own questions.” I muttered back as I watched him study me from across the room.

I watched his eyes traveled down to my breasts, lingering a little too long there.

I scoffed out in annoyance and marched my way over to my bed, pulling an oversized shirt and a pair of panties out of my suitcase.

“If you'll excuse me, I'm gonna put some clothes on.” I walked into the bathroom, cracking the door.

“Why come back to the states then? What business do you have here?” His voice boomed from the room, making it so much harder for me to ignore his presence.

I dropped my towel and admired myself in the mirror for a few seconds.

My body was curvy with my perky and full breasts. I had a round and ample ass that was inherited from my mothers side, no doubt. My hazel eyes were unique and entrancing, always leaving people speechless. My long black curly hair was even more unique, especially paired with my chestnut brown complexion.

“Are you not gonna answer me?” His voice brought me back to reality, making me turn towards the door.

I locked my eyes with him, seeing him peering into the small opening of the cracked door. He stood in the middle of my room, entranced by my naked body. I shut the door quickly, cursing to myself internally.

I just gave the beast a free show.

I slipped on my black lace panties quickly, then threw my white oversized shirt on and let it drape over my body. I opened the door and walked back into my room. I crossed my arms over my chest as I glared at him.

Stay strong Valentina.

Don’t let the devil seduce you.