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.

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

steady on my face, never once transgressing any lower than that. He stood up and pulled out a chair for

I said politely, careful to avoid his hands as I accepted the

in his steps, the bulk of muscles behind his expensive suit that looked as if they were fighting for space. He was big. Not *tall*. but thick with heavy muscles. Like a bodybuilder, or a professional wrestler.

hair neatly clipped, and his short beard neatly manicured in a style that literally made him look like the fucken devil. He smiled at 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

Enzo commented, taking it upon himself to fill my glass with fresh juice. "Alexander can be"-he paused-"difficult to

I replied without

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 fiance had been found with

a little sorry for him. He appeared so melancholy. Who knew that such a big brute like him could look

years. I really thought she loved me." He smiled sadly down at his plate. "It turns out, she only loved the lifestyle I allowed her to live." He coughed as if to change the subject and said, "But still, there is no excuse for my behavior toward you that night. I only hope you weren't punished too

a couple of zombie bites and an

the way he manipulated me.

his sad eyes toward mine, he smiled

I had for the future. I began to feel almost as if I were conversing with an uncle or an old family friend. By