Maid for the Mafia by Jaylee

Enzo Conti

**ROMANY**

By the time I was showered and dressed in an old pair of jeans and a ratty sweatshirt, it was time for breakfast. Since Alex had yet to call for me to join the meeting, I assumed I might as well go downstairs and sate my hunger. Besides, I was eager to see Stella.

This time when I hit the first floor hallway, all I was met with were smiles and nods. It definitely put a bit of a spring in my step as I bounced toward the dining room. The only people who looked a bit wary were the guards. They watched me almost suspiciously, almost as if they blamed me for what happened to Gerald, one of their own.

I lifted my chin against the uncomfortable feeling I was getting from them and decided that the first chance I got, I would mention it to Damien. He was the head of Security after all, right? Right.

The moment I stepped into the dining room, a new sort of apprehensiveness found me. Stella wasn't in her usual seat.

Nope.

It was Enzo Conti.

*Fuck, fuck, fuck.* I didn't know by what design Alex would leave him to roam the halls of his house, *knowing* that I would undoubtedly expect to have breakfast and that *he* might be there... But whatever his thinking, he must not have been that concerned about it, because there he was.

in search of Simone when he spoke to me, "Ah... Good morning little one. I had hoped to see

transgressing any lower than that. He stood up and pulled out a chair for me,

I said politely, careful to avoid

his steps, the bulk of muscles behind his expensive suit that looked as if they

me from across the table as I began to load my plate. I decided to eat a bit lighter this time. If Damien was serious about me having

glad to see that you're still in one piece," Enzo commented, taking it upon himself to fill

I replied without meeting his

that entire day. I was out of line and acted like an idiot. I should never have placed my hands on you." He shook his head at himself, almost as if ashamed. "In my defense, I had just received the news that my

he stared at his plate and I actually found myself feeling a little sorry for him. He appeared so melancholy. Who knew that such

her to live." He coughed as if to change the subject and said, "But still, there

couple of zombie bites and an orgasm.

him, thinking of Matthew and the way he

toward mine, he smiled gratefully. "Thank

smiled back and we continued to eat. The conversation turned toward simple things like what my favorite hobbies were and what sort of plans I had for the future. I began to feel almost as if I were conversing with an uncle or an old family friend. By the time we were finished eating, the pair of us were still sitting there, laughing about how when I first saw him upstairs, I was scared