Maid for the Mafia by Jaylee

Was it you?

**ROMANY**

I woke up with my head feeling slightly fuzzy and my body so sore I could hardly move. Something had to be wrong with my pillow. It was hard as a rock. Shifting one of my bare legs, I drew my knee upward until a deep groan met my ears. The belt around my waist tightened and something thick and as equally hard as my pillow pressed into my lower back. *What the hell? Where am I? I don't wear belts to sleep.*

I opened my eyes with difficulty. My eyelids were heavy as hell and welded shut. I rubbed at them, moaning in annoyance at the time it took my vision to clear. Once it was done and I could finally see, I gasped. I was laying on a bare chest, inked with vines and thorns.

*Damien. When did he get here? I thought he was mad at me.*

Damien was sleeping peacefully, his body half hidden under the covers with my near nude leg draped over the front of his thighs. Lifting my knee a bit higher, I felt his boxers and his raging morning wood. I giggled and the belt around my middle tightened again. Gazing downward, I noted that it wasn't a belt around me after all. It was an arm. And this arm *was not* Damien's.

Someone shifted behind me, moving in closer until his lips were next to my ear. "Go back to sleep, doll."

*Mickey. Mickey?!* He was in my bed too? *What the fuck did I get up to last night? Oh my fuck? Did I let my inner slut loose or what?*

My mind began to struggle through the events of the day before and I, for whatever reason, was finding it hard to remember what happened. I remembered the cops, and the *almost intercourse* with Alex... I remembered the clothes in my room and catching him fucking Stella. But everything else was a blur. *Did I get drunk? Maybe...* One thing was for certain, I was sore as fuck between my legs and the two men in my bed at the moment may have been equally responsible for

it.

Oh Romany, you little whore... what will your cousin say?* I laughed, shifting my ass backward a bit to tease the intensely sexual man behind me as he tried to sleep. I felt it as his dick pulsed against my backside and he groaned into my neck, his hips thrusting forward reflexively. He was still asleep though, because the next sound he made was a snore into

did a little jolt when I spied him in the doorway to the sitting room in nothing but his boxers. *Holy shit

are you. In *my* room. In your underwear. And

"Glad to see you're in good spirits," he said softly, his brown eyes filling

to pry Mickey's arm from around my

He and Damien were awake most of the night watching

Mickey's arm off of my waist. "Are you sure that's all they were doing?" I asked him, wincing at the dizziness that came with my sudden movement. Tiny's gaze fell sorrowful and he cocked his head at me. "Yes." He swallowed loudly. "You don't

I mean, *he was* naked and in my room. Just like these other two. *Jesus. I must have been smashed if I can't

at him. "Why would it be better?

so much what you did, but what was *done* to

eyes again to try and grasp something... *anything*... from the

Maybe after you've