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."

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

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*

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. I mean the chances

about it if you do recognize

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 as quickly as I could in an attempt to gain momentum once I exited into the carpeted hall. The moment the doors closed behind me, I inhaled a deep cleansing breath and smiled at the bright sun filled hallway before me. That room we were in was the only room that I've seen here that seemed to

it over the plush carpeting *that* way. I was just about to give it a go,

All he said was, "I'll get this down to the kitchens for you. Go ahead and take