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.

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

whispered, "Look at him. I want you to know

glanced across the table, meeting the cold hard stare of Enzo Conti as he panted angrily from the confines of

have killed me!" Enzo screeched, his sharply manicured beard making

it. The knife that Alex had been using to cut his meat was now lodged in the thick leather backrest of Enzo's chair. Just an inch or two 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 his

possibly blame me for

eyes still glued

in the package? What

- and then leave the room. *He looks angry too. But with me? There's no way. Can't be. I mean, they are neanderthals, yeah. But they aren't that fucking backward,

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

this uniform. I had no idea just

would take the bait and I could remove myself from

of Alex's fingers throbbed 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 humping me