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 could stop me *again*. "I'll see you at

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

swollen bulge now punching

biting his lips as his focus landed

before turning around to head back

you something,"

I kept walking,

you'll want!" he shouted again,

idea what I could possibly want!"

I

I giggled, still walking.

heard him say,

single muscle in my body tensed. *Revenge? Why

in on me from behind. By the time he was standing next to me, I had already decided to hear him out. Suddenly wanting to find out

"Why don't you join me for a swim in about thirty minutes," he whispered.

*A swim. Okay. I can do that.* "Thirty minutes," I agreed, then I headed

back were hidden by my hair. After glancing around at the empty pool deck for what felt like the hundredth time, I decided to make my way up to the third tier and wait in the jacuzzi. The jets beating against my back felt amazing and I decided right then that I would make this

fuck," I moaned, leaning my head back

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

my ear and I

I yelled, splashing

sat about two feet away from me in the water, with his signature playboy smile stretched across his face. For a second I let my gaze travel over the extremely well developed muscles of his shoulders and chest, and what looked to be a very prominent