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..."

said, standing up and away from him before he

was almost as if I could feel them reach across the room and caress me. They were extrordinarily expressive. Bright when

was looking at me *now* told me that he was aroused, and if *that* didn't do it, the thickly swollen bulge now punching against his zipper would have. The sensation was not unpleasant in the least. In

biting his lips as his focus

sweetly, before turning

to offer you something," he

I kept walking,

I know you'll want!" he

idea what I could possibly want!" I shouted

I could be everything

I giggled, still walking.

heard him say, "What about

muscle in my body tensed. *Revenge? Why would he think

in on me from behind. By the time he

a swim in

can do that.* "Thirty minutes," I agreed, then I

my back were hidden by my hair. After glancing around at the empty pool deck for what felt like the

I moaned, leaning my head

shot open. Standing up, I surveyed the area. No one. Nothing. Not even a crow. With a shrug, I fell back into my water nap therapy session and sighed in contentment. I never even noticed

Mickey's voice sounded in my ear and I sat

yelled, splashing him

the extremely well developed muscles of his shoulders and chest, and what looked to be a very prominent six-pack hidden in the