The Mafia's Mute obsession

I was broken long before I ever set foot in this mansion.Unwanted before I was ever placed here. Passed along like a burden nobody wanted to carry, by hands that hurt more than they ever helped. By the time I arrived, silence wasn't just something that happened to me it was the only thing I had left to protect.

I'm invisible in this mansion the maid nobody sees, nobody defends, nobody remembers. Invisibility has kept me alive for two years.

Then, one rainy night, I heard something I was never supposed to hear. A secret belonging to Lazarus De Morgan, the most feared mafia in this city.

I can't explain myself. I can't lie my way out. I can't even scream.

All I've is silence, and a notebook that has become the only voice I've ever had.

Now there's a tracker under my skin and a phone I can never let go off. I'm not just his maid anymore. I'm his witness. His spy. His to own, His to command whether I make it out of this alive.

I tell myself it's only my silence he wants.

But the way he looks at me isn't the look of a man guarding a secret. It's the look of a man deciding exactly how much he wants to own.

And somewhere in his world of blood, debts, and buried enemies, I've become something he didn't plan for.Because the secrets were never the most dangerous thing in his world.

HE IS