Maid for the Mafia by Jaylee

The Club

**ROMANY**

The red and pink lights of the club pulsed vibrantly from every surface of the nightclub. Flashing and dancing in time with the base of the hard hitting rock ballad remix that blasted through the giant speakers. I was seated in the very back. In the lonesome of a forgotten table watching the sea of sweating ravers as they gyrated across the floor.

My mind was a mess. Had been since that afternoon when my entire fucked up life took a detour out of hell and straight into oblivion. Now I was sitting there, waiting for my cousin Ruby. Hoping that somehow she might be able to shed a little sunshine on the black pit of my existence.

Taking a deep breath, I reached for my Long Island Iced Tea and lifted the straw to my lips, the quick pants of my breath steaming the chilled glass as I drew in a mouthful of barely flavored alcohol. "Shit," I choked out. The bartender at this place obviously knows the value of a drunken dollar. He didn't skip on the sauce at all.

Lifting my eyes toward the dance floor again, I scanned the throng of half naked patrons for my cousin. She said eight o'clock. It's nine. Where in the fuck is she? Pulling out my phone, I text her again.

Me-

Ruby??? Where the hell are you? You said you had my back, but you're nowhere to be found. If you're not here in five minutes, I'm going to leave.

I stared at my phone, already collecting my purse in sad resignation that yet again, someone in my life had let me down, when my phone pinged with a response. Ruby-

Chill out Ro. I'm upstairs in VIP talking to the boss about you. Just give me a sec.

Me-

Talking to your boss about me????? Whyyyyy?!?!?! I already told you I DON'T WANT TO WORK HERE!

Ruby-

take them off - I

table in front of me as I tossed out my straw and swallowed the remainder of my

life. Matthew Jenson, my ex-boyfriend, ex-roommate, ex-English professor. The sorry son-of-a- bitch that should be here instead of me. He should be the one sitting here trying to drown in cheap ten dollar drinks. Not me! He's the one who insisted that he was in love with me and we should have an affair, despite

if anything about us ever got out, but instead, what did he do? He claimed I seduced him then blackmailed him into continuing the relationship. He got me expelled and the worst part about it is, I went along with it

he let me believe that he had my back just long enough to fuck me on our bed one last time before laying the ugly, selfish truth on me. If I weren't so ashamed of being such a complete fool, I would have fought against it. I might have told my side. But no, Matthew swore he'd take care of me if I only went along with his story. Said he couldn't support me without his job and that he wanted to marry me. Dumb bitch that I am, I believed him. I went along. Signed my fucking life away in the Dean's office that afternoon. Only for him to stick his puny dick in me again and then toss me out on my ass like a twelve dollar hooker. That fucker

I wish I knew who she was going to be so that I could warn her. So that I could tell

University Newspaper and I'm out on the streets like a goddamn beggar. Which brings me to my

My phone pings.

Ruby-

giant bear man on the balcony that you're with me and he'll walk to the back office. But hurry up because DeMarco wants to

DeMarco? Are you serious???

Ruby-

Just come on! Hurry!

city for his shady business dealings. There are even rumors of him having ties to the mafia and although my cousin has never confirmed the rumors, I know *her* so I know they must be true. She's been working for him for ten years, from the time she was fifteen until now. But if you asked me how she makes her money, I couldn't tell you. I have absolutely no idea what

at least, I don't think she

whip. She is independent and intimidating. Sometimes I wonder how we can even be related, because where she stood strong against adversity, I

all the music and my head was starting to ache. The flashing of the lights on the dance floor seemed to burn into my eyes, warping my senses and affecting my balance as I stumbled toward the beefy bouncer guarding the

asked with a dark chuckle. His fat hand shot out to steady me as I tripped toward the wall on the

the bear Ruby was talking about. His wide forehead and mean features contrasted his friendly smile with just enough flare to make him look like

Miss Romany," he crooned. His black eyes studied me,

She's been dying it that