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.

my dewdrop ache with need. There was something about him that was different from the rest.

there's Damien... my Dreamboat. With his body that melts my panties on sight. The connection I felt from the moment we met, could not be denied. Every time I see him, all I want to do is touch him. He's sweet and protective and sexy as hell. But... also a bit sensitive

Alex. At least, that's what I'd gathered so far. He's a controlling, domineering, asshole that gets off on flexing his power. But sometimes when he looked at me, it

crazy.* I came here to escape the drama, not *become* the drama. Yet, here I was, making my way downstairs to see if I could find Mickey, instead of the

talk to me without spitting in my direction first. Maybe... someone young. I wandered down

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

the hell do you 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 of pain

knew that they weren't. I've had injuries like it before. The end

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

to you," I snapped and attempted to

because I didn't

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