The house I live in and have been living since is called 'whore house

Well...it's not as it sounds. It's not a brothel. It's a house for the maids, the female assassins and those who have chosen a different way of life.

In the mafia, men call them whores. Putting it in a nicer language, pay girls,

Some come here by choice. Some are picked up. Some are forced. Some are sold. But for me, I was born into it.

My mother was a maid for the family. She worked here and got her daily needs fulfilled and so I came along.

I never knew my papa. I tried but my mama always said "You don't need such a man who doesn't care about your existence.

I never looked for him. I was told not to. And as far as I can remember I am pretty good at doing what I was told to do.

I am better that way. Living here I know not to protest. I know it's better to suck it up and move on.

In a world where men are God and women are their toys, we know better than not to disobey and disrespect them. Men don't think twice before pulling the trigger

It might kill you but they won't look back. I learned that. I learned that when my mum was killed by a capo. I knew it was better to shut my mouth and follow my rules. Do my assigned chores, leave the place and stay in my shabby room and stay quiet.

The family had a gala tonight. The decorations were put up in the main hall, a blur of white and gold adorned the circular room of the castle-like house. The Don seldom used this place, and from the orders of it, it felt like the gala was extremely important.

The last party The De 'Jeon family had hosted was the stepping down of Don Luciano. That was also like seven years ago. And now this. But like I said, I do what they tell me to. It's not my job to pry into the matter of a royal party.

The De Jeon Jungkook family was one of the richest in Seoul and Italy. But that's just what newspapers and television tell you.

with. They are the men of word and guns. They smuggle drugs, guns, girls, and boys. Alcohol, oil. But that's the thing about organized crime. It's all organized.

They deal with the elite. You'd find some teenagers on the street selling cocaine in packets but that's none of The De'Jeon's business. They do it in clubs, casinos, and hotels. They don't do it with dollar billis. They do it in millions.

And that's how my mum got into it.

She never told me what the real story was. How she come here or how she had gotten herself into this mess of a society.

The only thing I ever knew was the only thing she ever told me about her life. "Don't trust men, around here, Yn. They'd get you in trouble. They'll work you up, they'll ruin you and they'll leave you here to not.

4/8

"I was given the task to put white flowers around the grand staircase. I was just doing that. Pinning white and pale yellow roses in linear wrath and taping them to the rail of the big curved staircase. I had started from the bottom and now was at the top stair. Noises and ruffling of sounds came from different rooms. The Family. The upper rank, that is, was getting ready for the gala.

The door right behind me opened and a frantic looking maid came out. I don't know her name, though I've seen her a few times. My guess was she was new but she quickly went up and did the personal works of the Don.

"Hey, Yn, right? She asked panting.

"Yes." I softly said.

She had these brown eyes that almost felt unreal.

I do. I give a slight nod.

"Good. The Don needs his tie done, can you do that?" The Don?

"But.. I wasn't finished here.

"I'll do your job... just go." She pushes me toward the door she came from and shuts it behind me.

The whole room was a shade of grey and black.

A big bed was pushed to the wall in the middle of the room. That's it. It was just a bed. Two doors stay side by side. One was closed and the other was slightly ajar.

5/8

I quietly padded to the opened door quite accustomed to the bigger rooms having a walk-in closet.

The closet was almost empty. The Don stood, with a towel wrapped around his waist. A blow dryer in his hand drying is a messy mop of black strands.

"Have you found my suit, Lorette?" His deep voice thickened with his mother tongue made me somewhat scared of him.

I had never really seen Don Jungkook DeJeon. As I had said, I just wasn't given the job to serve the Don or his family. I was mostly assigned to the loundry room, the kitchen or sometimes cleaning the house.

"Lorette?" His voice boomed again, making me shiver.

"In here, Don." The girl with those doe eyes, Lorette came rushing to the closet with a suit bag and hung it on a rod lining the closet walls.

"I've got your suit. Yn will help you." She says before bolting out.

"Stupid girl" Don't say, obviously annoyed. I was looking down the whole time, not saying a word.

I was awkward with change. And right now there is a change.

"What are you waiting for?" His voice came again, it shook me a bit as I mumbled a little sorry before unzipping the suit bag.

6/8

By this time he had already shrugged on his shirt and underwear. I handed him his pants, still not looking at him.

It was considered disrespectful to look up at your boss straight in the eyes, so I didn't.

"Well." Don't say. "Do I need to call someone else to button up my shirt?" He said more forcefully then he called Lorette stupid. Almost as if he was yelling at me for not following an order.

"Sorry," I mumbled as I started frantically buttoning up his white dress shirt, my eyes fixed on his hard tanned chest for the whole time.

He was sculpturally huge, but not fatty huge. He had the right amount of muscle in every division of his body. Random cuts from knives, a bullet wound, some deeper than others adorned his sculptured chest. I finally had closed his top button and stood aside so he could put his pants on. He did.

I then took the silky strip of dark fabric to reach for his neck but he was just so tall. Struggling for a few seconds I found no way.

"Mio Dio gentile (Italian)" He sighed and took a seat on the sofa. "Will you please hurry?" He asked

being annoyed and quite possibly disturbed.

"Yes, sir. Sorry." I quickly do a knot around his neck and adjust his collar.

"Look at me, Yn." He commands out of the blue when he stands and I grab his suit jacket helping him to put it on keeping my head down.

7/8

Out of all things I wasn't expecting that. But as ordered I instantly gasp leaving my mouth. The most olive shade of eyes looks back at me. With his unruly and slightly long black hair, he looks dangerously gorgeous.

And for a moment I just did that. I just looked at him.

Like a creep.

When I took my eyes away from him, it was because Lorette came in the process of getting her head banged against the door frame. By the time I took two steps back, Lorette had started to give The Don his accessories seeing no orders passed to me, I left turning around but as I did, I felt the pair of alive eyes burning to mine.

Watching every step I take, every sway of my dress. Every breath that left me and went in me.

I raised my eyes to be sure that I was not hallucinating. I wasn't. And when his eyes locked with mine a faint smirk completed his angelic devil look

As if he knew that I was in his control and I wasn't aware of it.

It felt like in those two seconds that he was even controlling my breaths.

Once out I sighed, not realizing that I was holding my breath. I took some deep breaths standing at the top of stairs but my relief was short-lived when I felt a dress bag pushed to my hands and the maid manager came and told me there was a waitress short and I needed to fill that up.

I said okay and went to the small bathrooms that were meant for staff to change.

(TO BE CONTINUED)