Maid for the Mafia by Jaylee

Chapter 12

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."

way that he did moments ago when he temp checked my hoo-haw. But in an almost wholesome, definitely amused, not so psychotic kind of way that *almost* had me smiling back. *Almost.* I still wasn't quite over that whole Stella Voyeur,

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 the tattoo that much easier to identify. By both *enemies* and *law enforcement agencies*. Regardless, I've always kind of believed that tats and bad boys go hand in hand. And right about now, Damien is the *only* one causing

about the dude's clothes seemed to nag at me, however I couldn't quite figure out why. I mean the chances of me knowing *anyone* in this place, beyond my cousin Ruby,

about it if you do recognize him, Ro?

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

decided to place the dining cart against my back and push it over the plush carpeting *that* way. I was just about to give it a go, when the doors in front of

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

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