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.

I hissed at the door, and then I leapt to the far

sounded outside the door

closed my

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

warrant in my hands. The act only confirmed for me that there was something on this flimsy piece of paper trash that I would find useful. Something in

doing here," I commented as I read it. "I know who really

"Good luck proving it."

you and I, isn't it? *You* only act on proof, and I only act when you least expect it. You can tell Santos that I said that,

telling me what the fuck took you so long to come out of that

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

as he whispered, "Not

doubt it," I replied. Then, "I was taking sexy pictures of myself

right. I'll never understand what women see in

agreed, "Is probably the most intelligent thing you've ever said to me. Because what it is they see in me, they will *never* see in you. Because you just don't possess anything worth looking at." "I get

the five foot four

with most of the servants, Stella, Enzo, and 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

called

version of Morris came marching into the hall from the rooms on the west side. "Sir,"

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 *really* sure if I could trust her with the knowledge yet. Damien knows

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 ricocheted through me at that thought was shocking. The image of her beautiful, perfect flesh, being torn

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