The Mafia's Maid

Chapter 20

Warning: Mentions of violence and swear words

Clarke POV

What do I do? What do I do? What do I do?

This was bad.

"Wait, so what happened?" I heard Amelia ask, but I was too caught up in my own thoughts to pay attention.

"I met a really bad person when I lived in Chicago, and it was really my fault. I shouldn't have considered them my friend for so long." Leah dragged a hand down her face. She was sitting on her bed with Mary next to her, an arm wrapped around her shoulder whilst Amelia and I sat on the bed opposite them. I would say I was jealous, but Mary told me that they had been friends for a really long time and that it wasn't anything like that.

"Where does he live? I just want to talk to him." Amelia demanded with a friendly smile, but the context of the situation made it obvious about what she really wanted to do.

Leah and Mary let out a small laugh. I could see that they were talking, but I didn't hear them anymore. All I could focus on was the scars.

Leah had put on a proper shirt, but you could still see the faint lines. There were very little and very few scratches along her arm, but an obvious one was on her right eyebrow. I don't know how she managed to hide it for so long, but props to her. She should do my make-up.

"Why didn't you tell us?" The question came out before I could stop it. All conversation stopped as they looked at me.

Leah let out an awkward chuckle. "Well, it's not exactly something you would announce to the world."

I tilted my head slightly and nodded. That made sense. I don't exactly go announcing to everyone I meet that I'm involved with the mafia. 

Even though I want to tell some people, I thought as I peered at Mary before quickly looking back at Leah.

"Wait, if you've been friends for so long, did they do anything to you too, Mary?" My head immediately whipped to Mary at that statement. My eyes scanned her body anxiously. 

"No no no no," Mary waved her hands in front of her. "I didn't really involve myself with him." I felt myself let out a breath of relief. Thank god.

"But you guys can't tell anyone." My eyebrows furrowed.

"Why not? Don't they deserve to know?" I questioned. 

Leah looked to the side for a moment as her head tilted. "Yes, but I want to be the one to tell them."

I shook my head and leaned a little bit closer to the two opposite me. "They should know now."

"Clarke," I gazed at Mary. "Please..." She gave me a pleading look, and before I knew it, I found myself giving in. I stayed quiet for a moment, thinking about what to do.

Eventually, I straightened my back. "I don't like this." There was a smile on their faces once I spoke, and even though I tried not to, I couldn't help but smile.

"Obviously, I won't tell anyone either." Amelia chimed in. After that, we moved onto happier conversations that we all could relate to.

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I paced back and forth in my room, biting the nail of my thumb nervously as I found myself asking a familiar question.

What do I do? What do I do? What do I do?

I have to tell Vlado, right? He's in charge, he'll know what to do. But then I wouldn't only be breaking Leah's trust; but also Mary's. My fingers found their way to my hair and tugged on it harshly.