Maid for the Mafia by Jaylee

Chapter 2

Alex DeMarco

**ROMANY**

What th fuck? Isn't anyone going to answer?

*Ping* Ruby-

Just come in bitch. It's unlocked.

Oh. Fuck. Okay.

I lifted my hand up to the gleaming gold handle and turned. The moment I stepped past the door, the damn thing swung shut with an automatic grace and a definitive click. The black of the open hallway and the floor to ceiling macabre marble seemed to swallow every ounce of light in the space. Shuttering me in complete darkness.

"Hello?" I called out. I couldn't see a damned thing. Nothing.

"Ro!" Ruby's voice sounded on my left, down a short lonely hallway. I instinctively turned that direction, taking a small step and triggering the sensored track lighting along the floor. *Well, thank fuck.*

black before me was actually a long marble lobby leading to another room

in the direction of Ruby's voice, I rounded the corner to find her lounging along a large half moon sofa. Black, just like the rest of this place. She was

most gorgeous man I had ever had the joy of laying my eyes on sat draped in a separate corner of the room. His heavily muscled frame somewhat hidden behind a heavy mahogany desk. He wore the look of someone who is *never* kept waiting. Full lips in a half frown, he lifted his chin in my direction. His sparkling green eyes flared as they assessed me. Their emerald depths falling over my body in a slow perusal and his sharply chiseled jaw clenching in what I could only assume was disapproval. He was much younger than I pictured he might be. Especially for a so-called

he shifted his gaze toward my beautiful cousin. As if to say, *this is her? This is who

him, turning my attention

Ruby said. "Long

out, noting the narrowing of DeMarco's gaze at the sound of

in silver and charcoal eyeliner and despite that I hadn't actually seen her in a year, she looked exactly the same. Gorgeous and deadly. Her short cap of

couch to gather me in a tight welcoming hug and led me further into the room

b-been here for an hour," I said softly, stuttering as my anxiety rode in on a four horse carriage. I have *never* been this close to anything mafia in

from mine to glare at her

the embarrassment of the situation giving rise to a blush. Convincing? Really? I'm not a damn beggar! I glared at the *someone* in question, ignoring the sneer of his lips

"Oh, well... I

catching my attention as he rose from behind the desk to stand. *Jesus, he's tall. Six feet easy.* "Wrap this up, Ruby, I need to be on

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