She wiped the wet substance on her hand against the mafia's shirt before turning on her heels to leave.

"Nicolai...." Alicia glanced over her shoulder to look at Nicolai who had risen from his hiding in shock.

"y.... Yes..." he swallowed as the scene that took place played in his head. Sending shivers along his spine. The Alicia he witnessed today would always remain in his memory.

He could only thank heavens that Alicia didn't hear his murmurs during the fight. Or else, who would be among the three unconscious men.

"Take over for me!" Alicia commanded. Not bothering to wait for the answer, she walked to Camilla and held her wrist before leading her out of the Inn.

Camilla obediently followed as her arm was pulled in front of her. Involuntarily making her steps hurried.

Her face was void of any emotion and expression as if she was kayoed from the trauma.

She snapped out of her haze when she realized she was back on the boulevard. And Alicia stood in front of her with her arms resting on her waist.

She looked at Camilla sassily as she twisted her mouth, thinking for ways to rebuke the maid.

Reading through her expression, Camilla immediately apologized; "I'm really sorry for what happened right now! I shouldn't have walked into that place."

Her eyes watered up as tears threatened to fall down her cheeks.

It was like the lake of tears behind her eyeballs has been refilled to the brim.

Images of the incident flashed through her mind like a paparazzi's constant flashing of his camera.

Alicia threw her head back as she let out a sigh. The maid before her was simply too much.

She was looking for ways to rebuke her but now that she was crying, it made it a lot harder for her to do it.

"Why are you crying?" she pretended to be angry.

But Camilla couldn't answer as her sobs got in the way.

"Do you know how much trouble you've got me in? I'll have a lot of explaining to do. And you better pray I don't lose my job!"

"I'm sorry...." Camilla cried.

Although it wasn't her fault that Alicia stepped into the mess, she still felt extremely guilty.

Her life was indented to the receptionist.

If not for her, she would have been bleeding by now.

Alicia sighed again, easing the tension in her muscles.

"Okay... Okay, don't cry, now... Here follow me." she said turned around and led the way again.

"Where.... are you.. taking me?" Camilla said in between her sobs.

Although the lady had saved her from the mafia, her brain told her not to trust strangers.

"These streets aren't safe for you. You'll need somewhere to sleep tonight. You can crush at my crib. Until you get your own place." Alicia rolled her eyes at Camilla.

"How can I be sure I can trust you? What if you sell me off to another mafia or a gang?" Camilla hesitated.

Alicia turned around to look at the stubborn maid.

She pointed behind Camilla saying, "Well, it's either me. Or them."

Camilla turned her head to look at where Alicia pointed only to discover a group of men leaning against a wall and smoking.

They had their gazes fixed on her body with naughty smirks.

With a flashback of what happened earlier, she hesitated no more and walked closer to Alicia. And seized her arm tightly.

The receptionist simply laughed at the maid's sudden change of mind.

_0_

The mafia lay unconscious on the floor along with bus bodyguards.

Everyone had ignored them and dared not to wake them up.

They continued with their activities and acted as if the three didn't exist.

No one even bothered to mop the bloodstains and urine on the floor.

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The mafia groaned as a sharp pain filled his entire body.

Slowly fluttering his eyes, he felt another sharp pain in his right eye. Which forced him to put his arm over it to soothe the pain. But clearly, it was of no use at all.

A broken ceiling bulb was the first thing he saw when his eyesight focussed on the ceiling.

He let go of his swollen eye and used that hand to push himself up. Making him wince at the change of position.

He scanned his eyes around the place and the sight of people focusing their gazes on him confused him.

When he looked around again, he saw his bodyguards still knocked out cold.

His pupil dilated in fear, his expression turning grim. "It wasn't a dream."

Immediately, he let out a terrified manly scream as he place his arm on his private part.

Pushing himself backward with his heels, he retreated from something no one else could see but him.

His actions were of those of a female lead in horror movies trying to get away from an evil spirit.

"Ahhh...AaaaA" feeling his private part, his screams ceased when he realized he still had it on.

He was completely scared that he had lost his junior.

His chest bobbed up and down hurriedly in his scared breaths.

Images of the killer Alicia flashed in and out of his thoughts.

The naked and seductive imaginations of her had completely disappeared and were replaced with those of a psychopath killer.

The memory of her fists hitting his face multiple times scared him to his spine. They were soft yet as hard as a brick wall.

The mafia slowly stood up and looked around him again. Behaving as he had suddenly woken up in the middle wild west.

The sound of laughter penetrated his eardrums, but he couldn't see the source as it came from the shadows where the light didn't reach.

His guards had also woken up. Their knees shook from the horrors that they had witnessed.

"Oh no.... She's coming!" Nicolai suddenly said.

And the trio's faces turned even grimmer. "Wh... Ere?"

"there look!" He pointed in a dark hall.

Although they couldn't see the person Nicolai was pointing at, they scrambled to their feet and immediately exited the building.

They screamed, "No...just leave us alone. We won't bother you again spare us."

The hall burst into a peal of laughter at the sight of a mafia begging for mercy.

The receptionist they had witnessed was a fallen angel from heaven that had turned into a demon!

She could make a mafia scramble to his feet. And two bulky guards cry like babies.

_0_

Taking a step into the dark apartment, Alicia flipped the switch by the door frame. Illuminating the room with white light.

" You can come on in. "

Having said that, Camilla stepped into the apartment humbly. Her arms had crossed over her chest as she tried to warm herself up. But the moment she entered the room, she could feel a faint heat wave that made her goosebumps disappear.

The sitting room was extremely messy.

Yesterday's dinner lay on the table with tiny insects enjoying the leftover.

Alicia's clothes littered the room in random places. It was like she took off her clothes whenever and wherever she wanted.

Camilla looked up at the motionless fan. Only to discover a shirt on one of its propellers.

"How did that even get there?" she wondered.

Alicia followed Camilla's gaze and discovered what she was looking at.

She looked away with embarrassment, a blush forming on her cheeks; "Oh... Am sorry for the mess. I was going to clean it up but I didn't have the time to do so since I am so busy."

She took off her shoes and threw them at the door without looking.

Busy? it's more like your lazy. Camilla thought after she saw this.

"You will sleep on the sofa set." Alicia walked to the messy sofa set and cleared the contents on it.

She didn't even bother to dispose of the clothes in a laundry basket. Simply littering them on the floor.

Letting out a yawn, she lazily mare her way to the bedroom and shut the door behind Camilla.

Camilla stood alone in the room.

Hugging herself to chase away the sudden cold that came out of nowhere. She looked at the clock noticing that it was already 12 am.

With a scan around the place, she looked for anything to cover herself with.

And luckily, a blanket so happened to be among the mess in the sitting room.

She picked up the blanket on the dining table before walking back to the sofa and falling into the world of dreams.

_-_-_-_-_-_-_

Alicia rubbed her eyes as she stepped out of her room.

Her hair was all messy and lines were embedded on her cheeks.

She wore a blue blouse and pink pajamas with little lamps on them.

Her professional look had disappeared along with her attire.

And now she looked like a sweet and sexy angel. That could tempt the devil himself.

"Good...morning." she greeted in between her yawns.

"Oh, good morning....." Camilla dusted the sofa set one last time before admiring the work she did around the place.

She had reorganized everything and the room was as neat as a museum.

Everything was clean that you could see a faint reflection on the furniture.

Alicia's mouth gaped open at the sight before her.

For the first time in a long while her room was sparkling clean!

She walked to the small dining table and ran her fingers along its circumference.

And a squeak followed behind her touch.

When she examined her fingers, not even a speck-of-dust stained her fingertips.

The dining table was clear that she could almost see her reflection on the brown wood.

"You cleaned the house?" she asked as her favour towards the maid had increased tremendously.

Camilla simply smiled widely as she too was proud of her own work.

" You cooked breakfast too? "she asked, shocked. When the sweet aroma of toasted bread entered her nostrils.

" Mm.."