Maid for the Mafia by Jaylee

Right here...with me

**ROMANY**

I woke up in an unfamiliar bed, in an unfamiliar room, in a large, fluffy unfamiliar robe. My head throbbed, my neck ached, and my body was so sore I felt like I'd taken a fall down the stairs. Sitting up carefully, I slid my body back against the headboard of the enormous bed I was in, moaning a bit when my vision went swimming. Taking a deep breath, I then tried to put together how the fuck I got there. My brain felt a bit fuzzy, and I knew that something awful had happened to me but it was taking me a second to put it all together.

I remembered Mickey and the pool. I remembered getting dressed to go and look for him, or to explore the house, or *something...* But the rest ws a little harder to put together. It was like there was this *gap* where my memory should be and I simply couldn't get to it. *Fuck.*

Glancing around the space again, now that my vision had cleared, I noticed some clothing on the foot of the bed. I blinked a few times, my eyes focusing. *My dress!* That's my dress at the foot of the bed and it's... ruined. Shit... I closed my eyes working back to the last thing I remembered, which was coming down the stairs and then heading for... the *kitchen*? *Was I?*

"Fuck!" I screamed, then regretted it instantly when my head started to pound. "Shit," I whined to myself.

"Dinner is here for you, Miss Dubois," a soft voice said. A voice that was much closer than expected.

I opened my eyes. One of the maids that was always glaring at me stood there holding a breakfast tray with one of those silver domed plates on top of it. *She just called me Miss Dubois.* Where am I again? Did I like, fall into a portal or something? She was even looking at me strangely. Well, strangely for *her.* She appeared concerned for me... worried. *No bitch. No way. You;re not gonna fool me with that shit.*

"Why are you serving me? You don't even like me. And where the fuck am I?" I snapped.

She huffed, stepping closer to the bed and arranging the tray over my lap gently. As she came away she whispered, "I am sorry for the way I treated you before." Her eyes lowered guiltily, "I was told when you got here, that you were a whore that Mister DeMarco hired to pleasure the men."

I glared, my eyes bulging. "What the fuck? Alex said I was a whore?" *I'll kill him. I'll rip off his tiny little balls and wear them around my neck on a chain.*

She shook her head frantically. "No-no! Not Mister DeMarco. It wasn't him." She sighed. "His assistant. Miss Stella. She told all of us that you were not to be respected."

*I think there might actually be steam rising from my ears right now.* "And you all just"-I threw up my hands carelessly-"believed her."

house staff. We had

it is that you would let someone else decide who and what you should respect. I, for one, would have preferred to ignore that order and show respect anyway. But that's just

have apologized.

dome to find a delicious looking plate of roast

"Yes?"

She was about my age. Pretty, with a slight build. Her dark hair was in a tight bun and her brown eyes were almost feline shaped. "Where am I? This

"You are in Mister Savo's room." She frowned. "After what happened, he carried you here and had me change you into his

"Mickey Savo. I can only call him

in Mickey's bed?*

name?" I asked her as I began

"Me? I'm Simone."

"That's a

"Thank you," she simpered.

tell me... what

maybe the medicine he gave you to relax, disturbed your memory.

let's see how many different ways I

That's right." I looked at her and smiled. "Thank you Simone. Um... where

he *is here*, right? Here at

would like, I can ask another of

"And

"Yes?"