Maid for the Mafia by Jaylee

Chapter 15

A Very Tricky Thing

**DAMIEN**

*Control yourself! Control yourself! Pushing this will only make him come after her harder!*

I paced in my room, one floor below where Romany was presently scrubbing bits and pieces of the traitor Father Mateas off of the hardwood floor. After Alex and I showed her what to use, he insisted that we leave her to it. I didn't want to, but I knew that if I didn't go, he would make her suffer.

And now he was sending me out to pick up his fucking cousin from the airport just so that he could have her alone. I was sure of it.

Whatever. I made Ruby a promise and I intended to keep it. Well... most of it at least. Because the truth was, *I was going* to have her. My being assigned to watch over her would only help me do so in the end.

When I agreed to keep the wolves off the lamb, I didn't really see it as much of a challenge at first, because - shit - this was *Ruby's* cousin we were talking about. And while, sure, Ruby's hot in that sleek *I'm a badass bike riding killer* type of way... if you take away the bike, the gun, and the attitude, all you've got left is a skinny faux redhead with amazing eyes. Ruby described her cousin as sweet and innocent and what *I heard* was *tall and boring*. I figured that Ruby probably saw her cousin as an uncorrupted version of herself and somehow she wanted to protect that. I thought that her claims of Romany's beauty were more biased than they were factual. Not really my idea of an *SOS*. In a way, I found it almost funny that she was so stressed out about it. I remember thinking... *Come on, how hot can she really be?* I mean, yeah, Alex's tastes are borderline taboo, and an innocent girl fits right in with his pleasure house, but he *does* possess an exceptional amount of self-control. So I knew the girl would have to be way more enticing than a sweet Ruby lookalike. I was sure Romany wouldn't be much more than exceptionally pretty at best. But... I stand corrected.

Ruby was and is completely and totally justified in her thinking. Because Romany is a fucking smoke show. She is banging with curves in every single place you might want them. And that *hair!* Oh my God. *Fuck.* Did I just groan? Probably.

That moment in her suite when she took down her hair and it tumbled toward her ass, I wanted to walk up and wrap it around my fist, then spin her around, and fuck her raw right in front of that mirror.

So yeah, Romany was in danger for sure, because I could protect her from the others, certainly. But who was going to protect her from me?

**ROMANY**

I huffed, falling forward to rest my forehead on the now spotless wood flooring. My arms burned from all the scrubbing I did. I was sweating profusely, my hair

job, this type of *position*, was not the kind of domestic career

up a crime scene.

that mean exactly? *Am I

my head on the cold floor, still on my knees with my

dark voice sounded from directly behind me and I froze. "Great job.

room and I scrambled up as fast as I could. Me on my knees in that tiny little skirt, all sweaty and panting

take a frightened step back and into the wall. He was much closer than

go

eyes were dark again, studying me in that way he did when I

"I think

taking three steps forward and stopping not more than five inches from where I leaned against the wall. "What were you doing

he testing me

was scrubbing the floor," I said, with a roll

"Why were you scrubbing?"

"Because it's my job," I spat

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