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."

how angry I was already with just hearing

newest trophy out of the car. He waited until they were out of sight then stepped

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

he stated, meeting my eyes

began to splinter, I could feel my muscles tensing with energy, the need to growl out my anger rising in my chest. "You were

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 shoot him. "You did nothing!" I accused,

me quietly, and my eyes widened in shock. "I was waiting for her

in a sneer as I pictured the pudgy forty year old Paul Romano having his way with my Doll and her *actually wanting* him to. I shook my head in disbelief. *No. She wouldn't want him. She wouldn't have wanted that

his head again. "I don't even

anger rolling in again as I realized what he was saying. "She was drugged?" I choked out, my hand going under

noting where my hand had gone and straightening himself as he realized my intention.

washing through me as I realized Romany was about as sober as they come. Never smoking, hardly drinking. *He drugged her?!* Now more than ever, I wanted the raw ugly truth

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

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

"Enzo did. And Antony."