Maid for the Mafia by Jaylee

She didn't say no...

**MICKEY**

I stepped out of the backseat with little Ralphie Bruno and the two of us met Tiny at the trunk of my car. "He's finally quiet," I commented, listening for movement. "Maybe he finally passed out." "You missed the meeting," Tiny said softly.

I chuckled, tapping on the trunk so the driver would unlatch it. When it popped open, the moaning started again and I rolled my eyes. "Fuck that meeting," I said, lifting the trunk all the way open to stare at my prize. "I've never met a more delusional man than this one right here. He's also a fucking crybaby," I snapped, spitting on him. I met Bruno's eyes and commanded, "Get a couple of guards to help you, I want him in lock up until tomorrow night."

Ralphie nodded, disappearing into the house to grab some extra muscle and I pulled out a cigarette to tamper down the excitement from that afternoon. Tomorrow was going to be a blast. I couldn't wait to cut into this prick. "Mickey," Tiny said again, the bare urgency of his voice finally catching my full attention.

I looked into his eyes, they were calculating and dark. Almost like he was debating whether or not to tell me something. I took a deep drag of my smoke, blowing it out slowly as I wound through all the possibilities of things that he might be afraid to tell me. "What is it?" I asked. "What's happened?"

He shook his head, turning away for a moment before glancing back at me with his signature reserved expression. "You *missed* the meeting," he said again.

"I know I did motherfucker. I'm aware of the fucking time. Now if you have something to say, just say it and stop chirping at me like a goddamned parrot."

Still, he stared at me, his eyes hard and finally his reluctant behavior began to gnaw at my insides. "The girl"-he started and my blood began to heat-"she was punished tonight."

my cigarette while working to control my facial expressions. I didn't want him to see how angry I was already with just hearing

guards lifted my newest trophy out of the car. He waited until they were out of sight then stepped closer to me,

as it dropped to the ground at my feet. I chuckled low and sadistic, shaking my head as I worked to release the sudden tension in my shoulders. "No," I said, rejecting the news while at the same time knowing he spoke the truth. I glared at him. "They touched her?"

stated, meeting

splinter, I could feel my muscles tensing with energy, the need to growl out my anger

power at that meeting. All that mattered was that he *watched* them *touch* her. He stared back at me with pity in his eyes and suddenly I wanted to

he informed me quietly, and my eyes widened in shock. "I was waiting for her to. If she had, I would have done something, I swear I

to. I shook my head in

again. "I don't even think she knew what was

rolling in again as I realized what he was saying. "She was

gone and straightening himself as he

I realized Romany was about as sober as they come. Never smoking, hardly drinking. *He drugged her?!* Now more

my gun and cocked it back, pressing it beneath his chin. His eyes opened and some strange part of me was proud to see that there wasn't an ounce of fear in his eyes. Despite that *he knew* I was just as likely to shoot him for letting it happen as I was to shoot them for fucking my

I asked again. "Who put their dick inside of her? You tell me

"Enzo did. And Antony."