Page 2 of Grumpy Mafia Boss and the Cleaner
Kent took another sip, and his cell phone started to ring. “That’s my cue to go.”
“Wait, take your coffee, I can put it in a to-go cup,” she said.
Kent looked toward Enzo, but she didn’t get a chance to see what he said. The doctor nodded his agreement, and she quickly went and got it in a cup ready for him to take.
Within minutes, the doctor was gone, and reality slapped her in the face. This was her first meeting with her boss, and she had told him what to do and offered a to-go cup to his doctor. She tried not to wince at what she had done, but it was next to impossible. This was not what she intended. She liked to stay invisible.
“So, you’re Harper Taylor.”
He was in the doorway of his office, and she turned to look at him. He had a glass of whiskey in his hand, and he smiled at her. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
She had a horrible feeling that was not really the case.
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Enzo knew exactly who Harper Taylor was. There was no fucking way he was having anyone work for him who was not heavily vetted.
Her father, Bradley Taylor, was a piece of shit, constantly trying to buy favor amongst the Villa Mafia. Enzo knew he was in a long line of men Bradley wanted to impress. His greed knew no bounds.
Bradley offered up his daughter as if she was nothing more than a piece of meat. He had even hinted at using her for other things, but Enzo hadn’t been interested in that kind of shit. At least, not two years ago when she was nothing more than a child. Over the last two years, he’d watched her flourish. There was no way he would let a person related to Bradley Taylor have free reign in his home.
Harper had shocked him, because not once had she stolen. In fact, other than sneaking into the library to take his books, which she read, made notes, and then slid right back onto the shelf, she was nothing like her father.
There were cameras in every part of his home. It was how he caught the good from the weak. He’d lost a few items over the years to thieves that came to work for him. Some he’d gotten back, others he’d made pay for the theft, and then there were ones he let slip. Unlike today, where his cook, Murphy, had decided to fall into the hands of the enemy for a quick buck. That had cost him a chef. It was why, before arriving back home, he fired every single person, besides Harper. Not once did her loyalty sway.
There was a time he thought she had stolen something, and he’d been on a rampage. It was an ornament that went missing on a shelf. He never blew anything out of proportion, but he went to the supply room, and that was where he found the ornament, soaking in a solution, with a note telling people not to touch it for twenty-four hours as she was attempting to get the rust off it. A few days later, the ornament was back on the mantel, the rust gone, and it looked better than ever. Harper proved herself. Everyone else had not.
“How are you feeling?” Harper asked, coming close to him.
He looked at his near-empty glass of whiskey and shrugged. “Fucked over.”
She let out a wince, and he laughed.
“You don’t like me cussing?”
“It’s not that, I’m guessing it hurts really bad. I’ve never been shot, but I can imagine it’s not like being tickled.” Her hands were clenched at her sides, and he couldn’t stop looking at her.
She wore the maid’s uniform he’d provided her, and this one was a little oversized, as it kept falling from her shoulder. It also didn’t show off the body he knew she possessed. Harper was a hardworking woman.
“This has nothing to do with the bullet wound,” he said. “Murphy attempted to kill me today.”
Her mouth fell open, and it was kind of funny to watch. She was clearly surprised.
“Murphy? As in our Murphy? The cook?”
“You’re going to need to take care of breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Also, you’re the only person working here from now on.” He finished off his whiskey, and his stomach started to rumble. He was starving.
“Wait, what? I’m the only one working here?”
“You’re the only one who is reliable and has proven herself. Your job is to take care of everything in the house.”
“There’s no way I can do that. You had hundreds of staff!”
“I had five, six, if I include you.”
Harper frowned. “Only five?”
“There are not a lot of people I trust.”
