Maid for the Mafia by Jaylee

Damien Vee

**ROMANY**

I whimpered softly, fighting the urge to scream bloody murder and run out the door.

Alex smiled against my ear then placed an open mouthed kiss along the side of my neck. "Get up now and remove the dishes. Then you may have a moment to freshen up before returning to this room." "What?" I gasped, turning my body in the direction of the muffled crying. "Return to this room?

Alex rolled his eyes, shaking his head at me like I was a broken doll that he just could not seem to fix. "If you would like to purchase the right to start asking questions, you just let me know and I will start paying you one thousand every two weeks, instead of ten."

As I turned away, I could have sworn I caught him smiling at me. And not in the sadistic way that he did moments ago when he temp checked my hoo-haw. But in an almost wholesome, definitely amused, not so psychotic

of inches taller than the rest of the men, and so far as I could tell, was the only of them that was inked. Maybe, it was a mafia thing. Maybe *that* was the reason someone like Alex, a notorious criminal, didn't have any tattoos. Ruby did tell me once that tattoos were frowned upon amongst active members, because it hindered them with a vulnerability of sorts. It made the bearer of

so I really had no idea who the man might be. Not that I would have *without* the trash bag on his head, but something about the dude's clothes seemed to nag at me, however I couldn't quite figure out why.

you going to do about it if you

chair, but then thought better of it. *Leave the damn thing. Maybe they'll kill each other.* After all the dishes were neatly secured, I glanced toward where the four men were now gathered in deep discussion. My eyes settled on Damien. Staring at him as intensely as I could, I willed him to look my way. He continued to stand there silently, his eyes a dark frosted blue and his arms crossed tightly over his chest. *Pretending* he wasn't fully aware of the fact that I was staring. *Whatever. Fuck you too, Dreamboat.* I wasn't sure if he was ignoring me out of anger or out of fear, and as much as I wanted to know, I was sure that now was not the time to ask. So I sighed and pushed toward the exit, rolling the cart

I was just about to give it a go, when

didn't even *look at me. All he said was, "I'll get