Maid for the Mafia by Jaylee

I Want You Both

**ROMANY**

The scream that wrenched from Enzo when the hot black tea hit him in the face *actually* made me giggle. A storm of laughter was coming for me and I was forced to clamp both of my hands over my mouth just to keep myself from uncontrollable laughter. But Enzo... he didn't seem to think it was funny.

"Bitch!" He screeched. "You fucking bitch! I'll fucking kill you!"

My body began to shake as I warred with the manic laughter rising in my chest and it took me a minute to realize that he had slammed his chair backward and was now standing up. His eyes flashed with a darkness I'd never seen before. The kind of evil that you don't even realize exists until it's staring back at you with murder on the mind.

What happened next happened so quickly that I would drag this moment into my fantasies for many nights to come.

"You disrespectful bitch!" Enzo yelled again, swiping his hands over his suit in an attempt to wipe off my breakfast, but *silly molasses,* that shit is like glue... and the only thing he succeeded in doing was make more of a mess. With one more angry roar, Enzo reached behind his back, keeping his eyes on mine the entire time. I had no idea what he was reaching for, *I probably should have*, but I didn't. So I remained standing there, fighting my giggles while completely oblivious to how close I was to death.

Just as Enzo's arm seemed to catch on whatever he was reaching for, I finally realized what it was. *He's going to shoot me!* Conscious thought is so funny at times like these, because as humans we like to think we can save ourselves - playing out outrageous scenarios in our minds in which time and space are not relevant. Because truthfully, imagining what we might do is never actually *what we will* do. So, when we are finally presented with the reality of survival and choice, we think about the eventual outcome instead of *doing* what we know might save us.

So yeah... I simply stood there and waited to be shot.

But! That is when my future highlight was born and I literally wet my panties. And *not* in the bad way.

what *looked* to be a coordinated attack. As Tiny stood up he swung his arm backward, smashing his plate in Enzo's face and creating a shower of sparkling glass. But it didn't stop there, oh no. With that very same hand, Tiny swung his arm forward, snatching the back of Enzo's head and slamming it down on the table so hard I heard the thick glass crack. In the moments when Tiny was moving, so was Mickey. *His* first step was taken in front of me, shielding me from shards of glass as he reached two arms behind himself. One to pull my body against his back and

would have fucking clapped if I hadn't

spat, saliva flying from his mouth and dripping from his lips. "You have made

pressing his gun angrily into Enzo's head. He leaned down, pushing his mouth up against Enzo's ear as he growled, "Thank you, you *fuck.* I already wanted to kill you, but I was willing to wait for Christmas. Now

you're talking to Scavo," Enzo

but struggling to snap them free. Suddenly, I was overcome with a rush of heat. An arousal so violent with desire, that before I even knew what I

many?" I whispered, shamefully sliding my fingers up over his pectorals on the way to

down at me, his bright green eyes turning nearly black as they dilated. "How many what?" he asked softly, as his gaze wandered slowly about

answered, tugging the first one free and sliding a finger behind the next inside

undone, I dragged my fingernails over the smooth

doll. Thank you," he said in a voice

heated and I licked my lips, stepping away just as Damien walked

quipped, freezing in the doorway

When did

the room for her, but she was