The mont Jas finally started to understand that what he dread of building, or at least what he wanted to do with his life, was working. People are now on their own willing to stay by his side, even though there is a high chance that they will not make it.
Even if they're cooks or a cleaner, they can die any day, that's how this life is. Nobody is in a safe spot, and well, they knew it too.
But how can they leave him when he did so much, not for just them but others?
They see what he is doing, how well he pays the others, the n, the won who are working countless hours, that he tries to help with his utmost to everybody.
"We are here, sir, and will be here." Albert spoke again with a little chuckle at the end.
"Yeah, it is important to eat the best als, sir, and we are here to cook it for you, whatever you wish." Alia said with her sweet voice and smile while Chris nodded to that.
"Well, I can only clean, but I will be here too." Alda said, and that's when it finally hit Jas.
These people were here for him, for sothing that he still needed to understand, that people really are for him, who he is. From young to old, they are all in there with their everything, let it be cooking, let it be cleaning, or killing.
Yeah, the people for him, these n and won didn't dip because Jas was the one that gave them the aning of their life, a chance. They all had their own stories, the stories that led them to him.
To him, who they trust and are ready to be on his side.
But why would they?
"How much do I pay y'all?" He asked as he looked at all of them, one by one, eting everybody's eyes.
"Well, to be honest." Albert started, folding his arms with a smile, "less than at my old job… but it doesn't matter that much."
Jas blinked. "Doesn't matter?"
"No, sir." Albert replied simply. "Because at my old job, I was just a chef. A na on a schedule. Here… I'm Albert."
Alia stepped forward, brushing her hands on her apron. "I used to cook for rich people who didn't even look in the eye. Here… you ask how we are. You rember our nas."
Jas didn't know what to say.
Then Alda spoke up, the mop still in her hand. "My husband left with nothing. Your mother hired when I was cleaning toilets for pennies. Now I clean this house, and I do it with pride."
Jas looked at her, really looked and for a second, the world paused.
He just stood there, shoulders heavier than they'd been a mont ago, not from pressure but from sothing far rarer in his world.
Loyalty. Real, raw loyalty.
And for the first ti that morning, Jas Bellini didn't feel like a boss or a target.
He felt like a man worth standing beside, even though they knew that they were only able to live a life because of what Jas does. They could only live a life that is good because he sells the drugs and makes people's lives miserable and desperate with it, because he kills and bribes… because he is a Don.
Don of the people… but moreover… he is the Don of Sophia, who ca down from the stairs in Jas's old shirt and shorts, and launched herself at Jas hugging him tight.
"Good morning, darling." She said, and her grip was actually strong, and Jas felt it and also felt the eyes of the cooks, their eyes fell to the ground and resud their work, because they knew Sophia was a freak… moreover, a maniac.
So they rather don't even look at her, because even if a woman looked at her or Jas, she might snap.
She is a monster on her own and they knew it, even though they were just cooks and a cleaner. They heard stories about Sophia because she was the underworld queen, at least that's what people call her, not just because of her looks but the things she had done to get into that position.
The massacres, the tortures she had done to people to get information, to step her foot in territories. The mad queen, who killed every single little gangster who stepped onto her territory, let it be a bike gang, a teenager who robbed, she literally wiped out any competitor off the map. She even killed graffiti artists who painted onto the building, because it wasn't aesthetic.
But that wasn't all of it.
They also heard it was best to not even try to speak with her, even if she was the one starting a conversation, because she could snap at any minute… and there was only one rule that everybody needed to follow when around her.
One, do not talk about Jas, don't even ntion him.
Second, never look straight into her eyes, especially if you are a man, because she might kill you for staring too much and well, that was the biggest problem, at least for n, because Sophia is really a gorgeous woman with curves and an ass that is otherworldly.
Staring or even glancing at her was like an impossible mission, and that's exactly why these rules were made, because people died.
asuring it on a scale, Sophia is topping Bella, not even close to her madness and obsession over Jas.
Like, he is the only one who can look at her, to speak with her, to do sothing with her.
Anybody else just needs to die. Yeah, she is different, like the reaction of a succubus or sothing, because everything about her is just otherworldly and evil in a sense. Killing innocent people because they looked at her too long, because they tried to talk with her, to ask her out...
Maniac.
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