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."

staff.

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

I have apologized. I will be back

dome to find a delicious looking plate of roast duck

"Yes?"

She was about my age. Pretty, with a slight build. Her dark hair was in a tight bun and her

carried you here and had me change you into

I can only call

Mickey's

is your name?" I asked her as I began to

"Me? I'm Simone."

"That's a

"Thank you," she simpered.

me... what *did* happen to me?" I

medicine he gave you to relax, disturbed your memory. You were attacked by

many different ways I

shit! That's right! *I remember now!* That fucking big bald dickwad that served me wine for dinner. "Holy shit," I whispered. "Yes. That's right." I looked at her and smiled. "Thank you Simone. Um... where is Mickey-Mister Savo, right now?" Her face became guarded. "He is with some of the other guards. I am not permitted to speak

figures.* "But he *is here*, right? Here at the

you would like, I can ask another

gratefully. "And Simone, one

"Yes?"