Maid for the Mafia by Jaylee

First Position

**ROMANY**

At that point, I was a little confused. "You know what happened to my neck," I grumbled, before remembering. *Nope. I forgot. He actually doesn't know.*

Damien wasn't in the room when Alex gave his 'demonstration'. In fact, Alex sent Damien out *right* before it happened and then he finished his little speech, *right* before Damien returned. *Oddly enough.

*Damien has no idea how uncomfortable Alex made me in there. As far as he knows, it didn't get any more physical than my bouncing on his knee. Shit.*

I glanced at the mirror just behind my head and examined my throat carefully. *Damn. There it is. A perfectly visible handprint.* I cringed, shrinking away from Damien and the fury in his gaze.

"*Motherfucker*."

"It was after you left the room," I admitted, my voice soft and fearful. "But I don't want to talk about it now. I'll tell you later. I promise. Right now, I just want to get this done."

He shook his head then scowled. "No. Tell me now. Tell me how in the fuck you sat there and let him wrap his fist around your throat to choke the fuck out of you."

"I-I didn't let him! I was trying to get him to stop."

Damien was seething, his entire body flexing as he stood there. His gaze locked on some point beyond the open door to my sitting room and then he shook his head at it, as if someone was standing there watching. "Is that all that he did?" he asked, his voice sharp with the crack of glacial ice. When I didn't speak, he chuckled humorlessly, snapping his eyes back toward my neck and shaking his head. "Did he touch you?"

did," I hissed. "You can

me, his face tight. "You know better than that,"

*I already said that I'm not talking about this now. I don't have to answer him.

"Where else did

down at me. "Later," was all I could manage to get out, before I stepped past him and exited my

I noticed a large number of footprints leading to and from the service elevator. *What the hell is that shit? Has someone been playing in the mud?* The longer I stared at them, the more I realized... it wasn't mud. "Oh God," I hissed, my body trembling as the tangy scent of copper attacked my

part of the job that *actually* earns you that money." "W-what?" I asked,

see that the walls were not black after all. They were a deep, dark violet that was actually rather soothing. Alex stood just beyond the table, next to an extremely

substance from his hands with a strange bowl of orange goop and a towel. His bright green eyes fell over me slowly and although he didn't say anything, I could feel the absolute fury radiating from

slowly, his eyes surveying

alone'*, before shedding the animosity to focus on his best friend. "*We* are, yes.

it... appeared to be not so polished after all. No, instead it was covered... in blood. "Holy shit," I whimpered. To the right of the large, overly embellished dining table was a massive pool of blood. But that wasn't all. There were... things in the blood. Tiny little pieces of God knew what that glinted off the lamplight creating shapes and swirls and... debris... in the blood. "What the hell is that stuff?

at Alex from across the room with a shake of

in it? I'm not asking you to catalog it.

bit, then turned

the hell are

not going to drink it, so I thought it might help if

"Fortunately for you, everything you need is in that large closet right there. So there's no need for

you," Damien