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.

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

at him. I want you to know

chest. I glanced across the table, meeting

me!" Enzo screeched, his sharply manicured beard

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

blame me for this?

eyes still glued

in the package? What

away from Alex, I tried to catch Damien's eye. I know he had to have noticed, but all he did was stand up - completely avoid my gaze - and then leave the room.

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

this uniform. I had no idea just how... perfectly... it would fit you. You hid your

would take the

course, he refused. Laughing instead, he began stroking one hand firmly over the tops of my thighs. Squeezing and massaging before delving under my skirt. As his hips began to grind the steel of his dick against my ass, the hand around my throat tightened. My breath caught and the pulse of Alex's fingers throbbed over my flesh. The more that I squirmed, the more excited