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“Why The F*ck Won’t You Scream?” — The Mafia Boss Asked The Mute Girl He Tried To Intimidate The mop bucket’s wheel let out a thin squeal across the marble at exactly two forty seven in the morning when Eliza Hartwell heard the crying. Rain hammered the floor to ceiling windows of Ashford’s restaurant, and Manhattan’s lights swam behind the sheets of water, blurred into something like molten gold. Eliza paused mid stroke, chestnut hair yanked back into a messy ponytail, her gray uniform darkened and damp with sweat after three straight hours of scrubbing floors nobody would ever notice. She was paid to be invisible. That was the job. Clock in after midnight when the last wealthy patrons stumbled into their town cars. Scrub. Polish. Vanish before dawn. No eye contact, no interaction, no existence only the gleaming marble she left behind. But the crying changed everything. It came from the private dining room at the back of the restaurant. A young woman's voice, broken, terrified the kind of sobbing that lives in the chest and tears its way out through the throat. Eliza's hands tightened on the mop handle. Every survival instinct she had developed across twenty years of foster homes and invisible jobs screamed at her to turn around, to pretend she heard nothing, to finish her shift and disappear into the rain soaked streets of a city that had never once noticed her. Eliza moved toward the sound anyway. Her sneakers made no noise on the polished floor. She had learned long ago how to move without being detected. How to exist in the spaces between attention. How to become so small that the world forgot to look for her. The private dining room door stood slightly open. Warm light spilled through the crack. Eliza pressed herself against the wall and peered inside. ⚠️ DISCLAIMER: Heartfelt Mafia Tales features original fictional stories created for entertainment and emotional storytelling. Fiction: All characters and events are products of imagination; any resemblance to real persons or actual situations is purely coincidental. Production: All creative direction and scripts are human-led. AI technology is used solely to assist with visuals and narration. Themes: Stories are for dramatic purposes only and do not promote or condone illegal activities.