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.

then I leapt to the far left and scrambled toward the heavy desk to hide

outside the door and then I heard, "...two,

my

could have been balls deep in the sweetest part of heaven by now, but no. Instead I am forced to watch these animals as

rolled my 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

here," I commented as I read it. "I know

"Good luck proving it."

between you and I, isn't it? *You* only act on proof, and I only act when you

the fuck took you so long to come out of that room?" Morris asked, eyeing my unkempt appearance with all the

as I answered, "I absolutely *do* mind telling you. Because it's none of your goddamned business

bit as he whispered, "Not to worry. I'll find

I replied. Then, "I was taking sexy pictures of

snorted, "Yeah right. I'll never understand what women see in the

is they see in me, they will *never* see in you. Because you just don't possess anything worth looking at." "I get my share of pussy," he countered

to stare down the five foot four male, before I said, "What

two of Mickey's guys. Damien and Mickey both eyed me with open trepidation when I first exited my office. Just the fury in their eyes alone put two extra inches on my dick. I wasn't going to

Morris called out

slightly more attractive version of Morris came marching into the hall from the rooms on the west side. "Sir," Samuels answered, openly glaring

Morris growled, before sending a smirk my way and bounding toward my

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

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

image of her beautiful, perfect

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