Maid for the Mafia by Jaylee

What do you see?

**ROMANY**

Enzo's eyes were like two lasers that carried across the room and haunted my every breath. Any time I moved to pour a drink or remove a plate, I could feel him watching me. But it wasn't until Antony requested more wine and Alex ordered me to serve him, that I truly got a taste of the power behind his gaze. The moment I finished refilling Antony's goblet, Enzo shouted for my attention and I did as I was bid and ignored him.

"She can hear, can't she Alex? I asked her to pour me a whiskey," Enzo hissed darkly.

Alex chuckled, and although I'd been keeping my gaze lowered and glued on the ground, my head jerked up a bit to meet Dreamboat's gaze as it flickered my way. His muscles were flexed and his jaw tight. I could see him shooting daggers at the entire room, even toward Alex, who I can only assume is his boss.

"Romany, pour a whiskey for Conti," Alex commanded and I felt something like a bolt of energy shoot up my spine. Like a dreaded current that is about to shift. It was electric, charging the air with a promise of violence.

I carried the whiskey across the room, careful not to make eye contact with anyone, but Alex as I did. I noticed that he seemed to like it that way. He enjoyed having my attention on him when I served the others, the sadistic fuck. But as I came away from Enzo glass, something happened. He grabbed my wrist.

"Just a minute, beautiful," he cooed, yanking me toward him and placing his other hand under my skirt.

more singularly pronounced. Suddenly, Enzo had released me and was sitting as still as a statue in his seat. I scrambled out of the way, my eyes focused on Alex as he beckoned me toward his end of the table. I attempted to walk past his seat, to stand behind him as previously instructed, but he stopped me, taking my hand and guiding me into his lap. My body instantly tensed, only growing more rigid when Alex closed his arms around me and pressed my head into his chest. *What the hell

at him.

nodded, glad for just the excuse to lift my head away from Alex's chest. I glanced across the table, meeting the cold hard stare of Enzo Conti as

his sharply manicured beard making

to the left of his neck. *Holy shit.* I gasped, my wide gaze turning back toward Alex, as he clenched his teeth angrily, his eyes flashing. Warning me of

blame

softly, his eyes still glued to

in the package? What

- and then

him. Using his strangely timed laughter as an excuse to turn my head, I studied his features. The man was handsome, I'd give him that. Older than the rest, but not by too much. Maybe thirty-five, maybe forty. His hair was a deep, chocolatey brown, and pulled back into a tight ponytail. His big brown eyes sparkled at me when he caught me glancing his way, heating with lust when I failed to turn away. He cleared his throat, his eyes lowering with extreme fascination as they danced across my chest. Suddenly Alex's muscles shifted beneath me, his body going rigid as he reached up to grab my chin and turn my face his way. As our eyes locked, his hand lowered, stroking down from my chin with devastating softness. His lips lifted in a sneer as his hand closed around my throat gently. The emerald glint of his gaze darkened, dropping to where his hand rested. To where it remained wrapped around my neck. Something sparkled in his eyes. Something hot and barely controlled. A need so intense and so completely centered on me that I began to feel like I was suffocating. In a moment of panic, I tried to get up, but Alex shook his head stiffly, his free hand locking over my bare thigh. Chuckling at my nerve, he quickly opened his legs. Forming just enough of a pocket to drop me a bit more deeply into his lap. Then, he clamped the muscles of his

"You are too fucking beautiful in this uniform. I had no idea just how... perfectly... it would fit you. You hid your body well in those

he would take the bait and I could remove myself from the heat of

over my flesh. The more that I squirmed, the more excited he became as I fought to keep him from taking his pleasure. He was stealthily dry