Maid for the Mafia by Jaylee

What about revenge?

**ROMANY**

As I'd listened to him, my throat had begun constricting tighter and tighter and my face had started to burn. But now that the baastard was done talking, I did my best to control my body's reaction to his words. However, the shame that I felt with each time I was confronted with what happened, was nearly overpowering. It made me feel weak and... *just* plain stupid. I *hated* the thought that someone in this place might have a reason to look at me and see me as a target for manipulation. I didn't know *how* much Mickey knew about what happened, and that's what bothered me. However, it was highly unlikely that he had any of the more intimate details. The only person who had those, were Matthew and myself. It was more than likely that this wiseguy was just trying to intimidate me and I refused to give him the satisfaction.

There was a cold calculation in his gaze when he finally looked up and he fixed me with a contemptious smirk. I wanted to slap him, but instead I said, "Well congratualtions. But, what exactly makes you think that I give a *fuck* about what you know?"

He smiled darkly, leaning forward in his seat to resume ogling my breasts. "You might not give a fuck right now," he said smoothly, still staring at my chest. "But once I reveal to you *everything* I know, you won't only *give a fuck, but you will get one."

*What the fuck is that supposed to mean?* I rolled my eyes and started to push away from the table, but he stopped me by grabbing my arm. "Wait. Just give me a second, okay?" he implored me.

My eyes were glued to the spot on my are that his hand was fastened to and I didn't look away until he released his grip. "What is it?" I asked icily.

He grinned at me, using that carefree boyish smile from before. "My cousin and Damien won't be back until tomorrow. They will be returning with a couple of my men," he informed me. "Sounds like a party," I retorted.

He snickered, then said, "Until then, it's just you and me here. That matters, anyway."

"According to Stella, I *don't* matter. So I guess it's only *you* and Stella," I informed him. *Although, I have yet to see her.*

He shook his head, smiling as if more than pleased with what he was about to say. "Actually, she's gone too. Stella flew out last night to meet up with *them*."

I almost growled. *She flew out? As in, she's allowed to leave of her own free will?* Bitch. "How nice for her."

He shot me an amused look that told me *he knew that fact would irritate me*, before he continuing. "Like I said, until tomorrow, it is just you and me. So..."

away from him before

wandered my body. Mickey's eyes were filled with such sexual intensity, that it was almost as if I could feel them reach across the room and caress me. They were extrordinarily expressive. Bright when he was teasing and somewhat muted when he was not. It almost made me wonder what they were like when he was

if *that* didn't do it, the thickly swollen bulge now punching

me finish," he complained, biting his lips

I said sweetly, before

offer you something," he shouted after

I kept walking,

want!" he shouted

idea what I could possibly want!" I

wrong Doll! I

I giggled, still walking.

heard him say, "What about

ago fizzling out. Every single muscle in my body tensed. *Revenge?

stopped, because I heard his footsteps, slow and steady closing in on me from behind. By the time he was standing

join me for a swim in about thirty minutes," he whispered. "For privacy

nodded. *A swim. Okay. I can do that.* "Thirty minutes," I

by my hair. After glancing around at the empty pool deck for what felt like the hundredth time, I

fuck," I moaned, leaning my head back

even a crow. With a shrug, I fell back

my ear and I

I yelled, splashing

over the extremely well developed muscles of his shoulders and chest,