Maid for the Mafia by Jaylee

Chapter 33

I'll start a tab...

**ROMANY**

As I huddled there in the corner, Alex's words kept replaying in my head. Over and over as the man outside counted down.

*"...no matter what anyone says, *you DO NOT open this door..."*

"...twenty-one, twenty, nineteen, eighteen, seventeen..."

Time was running out as I sat there, suddely wondering what the man meant when he said *"...we will blast it open..."* Were they going to *blow it up?* Or... shoot it out? *What the hell does blast it open mean?*

Despite all that, there was *one* thing he said that was crystal clear and not at all hard to understand. He *said* that I would be placed under arrest. *God Ruby, what have you gotten me into?*

I mean, he couldn't *really* do that, right? I've done nothing wrong by just refusing to open the door! I mean - what if I were asleep? And couldn't *heed* his warning? Would he still arrest me? Would I still go to jail? *If* I do go... will Alex get me out? Or will Alex be in jail too?

"...ten, nine, eight, seven.."

*I have to open it! Alex will just have to forgive me, or punish me, or whatever the fuck he wants to do to me. I cannot go to jail! I'm not a crimainal!*

I stood quickly and raced for the door, stopping to take a deep breath before I placed my fingers on the dead bolt.

*"...no matter what anyone says, *you DO NOT open this door..."*

*Fuck!* I was panting, nerly hyperventilating. Sweat was dripping off my brow and down the sides of my face. "...five, four, three..."

I had my hand on the bolt and was about to turn it. The man outside stopped counting, seeming to sense me unlocking it... and then... I just... didn't. I didn't want to. I was angry that I was even made to sweat in this office under the threat of explosives.

and then I leapt to the far left and scrambled

frustrated growl sounded outside the door and then I

my

with an entire circus of clowns running around my house, was having a profound effect on my temper. I could have been balls deep in the sweetest part of heaven by now, but no. Instead I am forced to watch

eyes as Detective Morris eyed me in my present state. He was glaring, his beady little eyes shifting around anxiously as I read over the warrant in my hands. The act only confirmed for me that there was something on this flimsy piece of

what you're really doing here," I commented as I

"Good luck proving it."

the difference between you and I, isn't it? *You* only act on proof, and I only act when you least expect it. You can

out of that room?" Morris asked, eyeing my unkempt appearance with all the jealousy of a virgin

absolutely *do* mind telling you. Because it's none of your goddamned business

nervously, leaning forward a bit as he whispered, "Not to worry. I'll find out soon

replied. Then, "I was taking sexy

understand what women see in the likes of

the most intelligent thing you've ever said to me. Because what it is they see in me, they will *never*

my reading only long enough to stare down the five foot four male, before I said, "What a depressing little share

office. Just the fury in their eyes alone put two extra inches on my dick. I wasn't going to *tell* them what

Morris called

little game he was going for next. A taller, sturdier, slightly more attractive version

open. Make it happen for me," Morris growled, before sending a smirk my

inside. When they started counting, I smiled to myself. She wasn't going to do it. I made myself very clear before I left the room. But in hindsight, I began to realize that I should have shown her the trapdoor and told her where it went. I just wasn't *really* sure if I could trust her with the knowledge yet. Damien knows about it. As does Mickey and even Ruby. But... other than myself, that would be all

he had his big gun drawn, ready to shoot out the hinges and the locks. Never mind that they were titanium steel, and the door had a fortified center made of the same stuff. But of course, *he* didn't know that and I *certainly* wasn't going to tell him. However, there was about a two inch perimeter around each side of fortified metal, that was simply wood and would be susceptible to his gunfire. *They still wouldn't* get in... but the bullets *might* get through. And if Romany was standing anywhere near where she was when I

of her beautiful, perfect flesh, being torn through by hot lead, had me seeing

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