Maid for the Mafia by Jaylee

A Warning

**ROMANY**

When I got back to my room there was an alert from my bank on my phone.

Capital Bank Alert-

A payment of $5000.00 has just been deposited into your account. Your available balance is now $5245.66

I got wet when I read that. And I think I *reread* it about ninety-five times. God's honest truth. Suddenly I felt like dancing, or singing, or... shopping! *Ha! Joke's on you, because you're not allowed to leave.* A rule that hadn't *actually* bothered me until right that moment.

After changing out of the bikini and back into my sundress I decided to explore the house a bit before dinner, maybe check out that home theater Alex mentioned. I knew it was on the third floor, so it couldn't be too hard to find. I'd just open every door until I found 'the one'. Starting with the doors adjacent to my own, I began my search. The first five that I checked were all bedrooms and none of them were quite as fancy as mine. Somehow I found that fact mildly pleasing. As I turned my attention to the meeting room hall, I realized something. There didn't seem to be a single soul living up here other than me and Alex.

me and firing my core. Just the way he *sounded* when his mouth was on me made my dewdrop ache with need. There was something about him that was different from the rest. Aside from the sheer boldness he

I felt from the moment we met, could not be denied. Every time I see him, all I want to

when he looked at me, it was as if he was hiding something behind his cruelty. Like there was an underlying emotion frozen in the coldness of his eyes. It made me

the drama. Yet, here I was, making my

spitting in my direction first. Maybe... someone young. I wandered down the main hall toward the kitchen. I hadn't even been in there yet. With any luck, I might meet someone

be in, I walked smack into the wall-like chest of one the men

think you're going?" he snapped, shoving me back so hard that I hit the corner of the wall behind me and felt a blaze

whimpered, the backside of my hip and shoulder felt like they were bleeding, but I knew that they weren't. I've had injuries like it before. The end result wasn't ever any

It was the guard from the other night that served me the empty plate and glass of wine. I was

I snapped and attempted to walk around

through a door I had never seen before. The space was dark and somewhat damp. I didn't struggle so much with the hold he had on me because I didn't want any of my hair ripped out. I heard him fumbling with something, but I wasn't sure what. It sounded like

hissed, sensing suddenly that he was watching me. I could barely make out his outline in the dark. The black clothes he was