Maid for the Mafia by Jaylee

Chapter 47

A Pig in a Suit

**ROMANY**

*It's so much better when you know what's inside you, don't you think?*

The moment that passed immediately after *I said what I said* was an interesting one.

Stella's body jerked as if she'd been shocked. Her fork clattered onto the plate in front of her and I swear she got even paler than her natural undead hue should allow. Tiny and Mickey locked eyes across the table, communicating through facial expressions and little bobs of the head. But Enzo... his reaction was my favorite. His hazel eyes sparkled with dark heat and his lips turned up in an arrogant smile. If it weren't for the fact that his fingers suddenly white knuckled around the glass in his hand and the muscles in his neck began to pop and flex, then I might have believed he was as unaffected by my words as he pretended to be.

But I could see it. It was unmistakable. What I didn't expect him to do, was answer me. "Is that an invitation?" he asked, his eyes flicking downward and across the scooped neckline of my jumpsuit. "Because we can definitely try it your way next time."

*Breathe, just breathe. Nice and slow, in and out.*

lip to prevent myself from spitting in his face. Reaching inside for my inner narcissist, I fixed him with my most pretentious glare. "If I didn't enjoy it the first time, why would I want to do it again?" Enzo laughed, glancing toward Tiny as if they shared some intimate knowledge that no one else possessed. Then turning back to me, he shook his head and attempted to smile, but his lips

the breakfast table," Stella said suddenly, speaking for the first

I snapped, scowling. "Just eat your goddamned

flinched in surprise, but said nothing. Her face heated with anger

lifted into a sneer and I shuddered in disgust. "Well... yeah, I guess I did," I admitted, before I reeled backward, repulsed. "But that was before I found out *that it was* you."

have said no, but I would have been drier than

sound of Mickey laughing and the sudden quaking of Tiny's chest as he pretended not to be, seemed to boil Enzo's temper. His face lit with fire, his entire face coloring with a red-purple hue. Cracking his neck with a crude jerk of his head,

any part of *you* that comes near my mouth - you are going to lose a

"When your master wakes up, I'm going to have a talk with him about how he trains his whores. You shouldn't be allowed at the breakfast table unless you are being bent

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