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.

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.

whispered, "Look at him. I want you to

head away from Alex's chest. I glanced across the table, meeting the cold hard stare of Enzo Conti as he panted

his sharply

I noticed 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

possibly blame

softly, his eyes still glued to mine. "Bring in the

the package?

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. *He looks angry too. But with me? There's no way. Can't be. I

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 thighs around my hips

in this uniform. I had

he would take the bait and I could remove

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 he became as I fought to keep him from taking his pleasure.