Episode 5

It was yet another day of work at the Sicilian resort, and Sabrina was ready to fulfill her duties as a housekeeper. The sun shone brightly, offering a perfect climate for the guests to enjoy the amenities of the luxurious hotel.

On that day, Sabrina was assigned a special task by her supervisor: to serve breakfast directly at the poolside to Dom Mauricio Menecucci, the influential owner of the resort and leader of the Sicilian mafia. The responsibility was significant, but Sabrina was unaware of the importance of this encounter; she thought him just another wealthy and powerful guest.

She walked towards the pool area with a tray in hand, clad in her immaculate housekeeping uniform and her brown hair neatly tied up in a beautiful bun. As she approached the table where Dom Mauricio was working on his laptop, she felt his intense gaze fixed on her. Surprised by the man's handsomeness, she quickly regained her composure and decided to continue her work professionally.

Dom Mauricio was a tall man with tattoos visible on his hands. His dark green eyes were piercing, and his well-groomed hair and beard accentuated his sun-kissed complexion. Despite his intimidating appearance, there was an aura of power and authority about him.

Sabrina approached the table and, with a polite smile, began to serve breakfast.

"Good morning, sir. Here is your breakfast," she said.

"Thank you," he replied, scrutinizing every detail of her face and body.

As she served the coffee, Sabrina felt Don Mauricio's eyes steadfastly on her. She tried to stay calm, but couldn't help feeling a bit nervous in the presence of such a commanding figure.

"Excuse my curiosity," he said with a courteous smile. "But I've never had the pleasure of seeing you here before. Are you new to the Resort?"

A bit nervous, Sabrina replied:

"Yes, sir. I recently started working here."

Don Mauricio nodded, admiring her humility and grace. He felt an instant connection with her, something that went beyond appearances. There was a spark of mutual interest between them, an attraction that seemed inevitable.

"And what is your name?" he inquired, gazing into her eyes, which now rested on him.

"My name is Sabrina, sir," she said with slight awkwardness.

"A beautiful name, befitting you, Sabrina," he remarked sensually, uttering her name and taking a sip of his coffee, causing her to blush and shiver.

"Your accent is different, you're not from Sicily?" He probed, curious to learn more about her.

"No, sir. I am from Amsterdam, Netherlands," Sabrina replied, her cheeks warming with a crimson flush under the penetrating gaze of the man before her.

"That explains why I’ve not yet seen you, Dutch lady," he said sensually, causing her to shiver with just his gaze and his confident presence.

However, before the conversation could go any deeper, Felipe approached:

"Dom, we need to talk about today's 11 a.m. meeting," Felipe said, oblivious to the chemistry between Mauricio and Sabrina.

Sabrina seized the moment to step away and continue her work, but a curiosity about the attractive man took hold of her.

"Cazzo! Can't I enjoy a breakfast in peace?" Don Mauricio said irritably.

"It was you who asked me to confirm today’s meetings with Camila," Felipe replied, not understanding the tension.

"Felipe, do you know that ragazza?" he asked curiously, looking towards Sabrina.

"The new housekeeper? It's Sofia or Sarah or whatever, I don't know her well," Felipe said, glancing at Sabrina who was finishing serving other guests.

Dom Mauricio knew it was Sabrina; he wouldn’t forget that name, watching her leave with a mix of admiration and caution.

"Don't tell me you're interested in the poor thing, Don," Felipe said, sitting down.

"I am indeed interested, 'una bella donna' (a beautiful woman)," Mauricio admitted, continuing with his breakfast.

"Brother, don't start; you know you're supposed to get engaged to a mafia heiress soon, best not stray from your path," Felipe warned with concern.

"I know my path, Felipe, don't worry about that, mind your own business; I'm already taking perfect care of everything, and I'm not planning to marry anyone I'm not interested in," Mauricio said, turning his attention back to his laptop.

"Your father and the council are demanding an heir, Don," Felipe explained worriedly.

"I know; I'm trying to avoid that talk with my father, I won't accept the council trying to control my life," Dom Mauricio expressed his irritation.

"I understand, sir, just a reminder that this week we'll be receiving El Toro, leader of the Sinaloa Cartel, in the city," Felipe added.

"I saw it in my agenda during the flight, Camila sent it to me, do you know what he wants to talk to me about?" Dom Mauricio inquired, sipping his coffee.

"He didn't want to give details, but I had Joseph investigate, and we found that El Toro has been running the largest human trafficking operation across Europe, I presume it’s some proposal to use our routes," Felipe said, handing an iPad to Don Mauricio with proof of his claims.

"My father cut off the human trafficking routes, and I intend to keep them that way; I don't agree with that shit either, but we can negotiate arms and drug supply, ask a driver to pick him up; let’s welcome our visitors well," Dom Mauricio stated.

"Alright, Boss," Felipe agreed.

They finished breakfast and headed to the main office, where Felipe organized the meetings scheduled for the day. Dom Mauricio was ready to discuss business and make decisions that would strengthen his empire further. The Sicilian mafia was his driving force, and he was determined to maintain his grip and expand his domains.

While delving into business matters and strategies, Dom Mauricio couldn't help but think of the woman who had served his breakfast. Her smile and her green eyes lingered in his mind. Nonetheless, he strove to keep rational and separate his personal feelings from his duties as a mafia leader.

The meeting proceeded briskly, with heated discussions and decisions being made. Dom Mauricio was a man of action, determined to achieve his goals and protect his interests. But somewhere in his heart, a part of him longed to meet that woman again.

Dom Mauricio was at his desk in the office reviewing all the reports from the days he had been away when Agatha softly knocked and opened the door.

"May I enter, Sir?" she asked seductively.

"Yes, what do you want?" he replied without averting his gaze from his documents.

"I want to welcome you back properly, my lord," she said as she locked his door.

Dom Mauricio looked up to see Agatha unfastening her dress, allowing it to fall, standing before him in nothing but her lingerie, breath-takingly beautiful, but he felt no emotions for her; to him, she was merely a physical convenience.

"Come on your knees, you whore; I'll give you what you want," he commanded, tossing his documents on the table, and began to unbuckle his belt while seated, unzipping his pants.

Agatha complied, crawling on her knees to him, clad only in her panties and bra, she steadied herself on her knees between his legs, which he was already pleasuring, as he looked down at her.

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