Maid for the Mafia by Jaylee

It was a mistake...

**ALEX**

I watched her sleep for a good hour or so before I locked the door to her suite and headed to my room to drown myself in a bottle of Jack. Stepping into my rooms I headed straight for my bar in the corner, pretending not to notice Stella sitting on my couch as I downed half the bottle to the head. Ripping my shirt open so that I could get a little air, I pulled out my gun and cocked it before spinning around to point it straight at her. "Get the fuck out of here," I snapped. "I don't want to see you in my rooms again."

"Alex!" she pouted, holding her hands up in surrender. Her face was flushed, her eyes red. *Had she been crying? I fucking hope so.* "I did nothing wrong."

"Oh no?" I laughed, taking another burning shot of my bottle before I faced her again. "How much did you give her?"

She trembled, flinching when I lifted my gun in her direction. "Just what you asked me to. Point five milliliters."

"Bullshit," I hissed. "You gave her more than that. She hardly even knew where in the fuck she was. She was burning up! Her body was so goddamned hot I could hardly stand to have her hands on me." "But Alex, I did what you told me! If I accidentally poured a little too much I'm sorry! But you can't-"

"Get the fuck out," I said again, stepping up to her and placing the barrel of my gun to her forehead. "I'm just drunk enough to do it. I'm going to close my eyes. You have five seconds to-"

fell onto my couch to finish the rest of the bottle. What I'd done was bad enough. When I'd agreed to the deal with Enzo, I hadn't anticipated having Antony and Paul Romano to contend with as well. Apparently that extra ten percent that I had fendangled out of Enzo came with strings. Paul being one of them and Antony being the other. Now I held seventy percent of the most lucrative club in Midtown *and* thirty of its sister club along the shore. Antony's Club. *Fuck me.* The fact that they agreed to it much too easily never factored in. So when Antony and Paul arrived claiming part of the payment, there was little I could do. I thought *maybe* if Romany had a little buzz going off that new drug Stella had been supplying the Voyeurs with, she might be more agreeable. But even then I knew there was

I could hear crying out each time he plunged into her. It made me want to pull out my knife and castrate the bastard. But I didn't. Why? Because I am a greedy, selfish, son-of-a-bitch with a reputation for being cruel and heartless. So what did I do instead? I shoved

again, swallowing the last of my liquor just as my doors

say a fucking word

That much was obvious. Mickey was normally smiles and light and everything fun, but just now he looked like the devil come to take what I owed. Tiny stood behind him, his jaw clenched and

me in my own house?" I giggled.

that," Mickey

kept my gun on him. "So

Why?" he growled, pulling Tiny inside before shutting the

my gun on the plush Persian rug. "What I do, I do for me.

a rampage. He might

don;t fucking tell him," I hissed. "He

his way back with