Maid for the Mafia by Jaylee

Chapter 60

Private Meeting

**ROMANY**

I was just about to head out to the pool and meet Simone, when my phone rang with Damien on the line. "Hello?" I said.

Silence...

"Damien?"

Silence.

*What the hell?*

I was about to hang up and call him back when I heard Alex's voice. Then Mickey's, Tiny's... and Damien's.

*They're having that private meeting!* Damien told me about it yesterday. He said my services would not be needed. *Did Damien butt dial me? Or what?*

But... they're having it right now... and I can hear everything. So of course, I sat down to listen.

*Are you sure about this Ro? You might not like what you hear!* But I couldn't hang up, so I turned up the volume instead.

Alex was speaking. *You think* that I regret allowing those bastards to fuck her like some common whore. *That* is what your pathetically romantic brain believes. But... you are wrong."

*Bastard! I hate that I fucked you. And I hate that I loved it.*

Mickey snarled, "Maybe I don't want to know then Alex. Because I'm already feeling like putting a bullet between your eyes, so forget it. I don't want to know."

*I'm going to give you a blow job sir, just for that.*

"That's too bad, because now I want to tell you," Alex chuckled. "You see, there was a point that I became disgusted with what they wanted from her, but that happened hours before she actually stepped into the room. It happened when they altered the deal to include Paul fucking Romano and Antony Angeletto's tiny little thirty percent of his club. I became *disgusted* when *Enzo* stepped outside of our carefully constructed circle and created an opportunity out of my little maid. It was one thing for him to offer for her, it was unforgivable for him to promote her."

*So Enzo approached him.* That was a little different, but not really. Because he still agreed to it.

"So that's why you want him dead? That's it?" Mickey asked.

I don't

such a

"Fuck you," Mickey snapped.

could almost see him smiling like the prick he was. "Now, the reason I hate myself had absolutely nothing to do with how ruthlessly they abused her

Enzo was just to taste her. And I blame Romany for that. It was her fault that my head was all fucked up and I didn't see the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. That morning she'd done such a number on me that I honestly began to feel

fuck you,

"Ditto," said Damien.

And a whole hell of a lot smarter than Ruby or

"Fuck... you... Alex."

me, I was already in an altered state of mind. Romany had me feeling... connected to

*What???*

way," Mickey

"Yes."

What are they talking

hell are you saying Alex? What did she do to you?" Damien asked, sounding

that poisons you with innocence and perfect breasts then fucks you up with raw animal

"Wanted." - Damien.

"Horny." -

really? Is that right?

but more. She's like a fucking auctioneer, each time you think you've got her the fucking

Yeah... I get it, That's a good one by the way," Mickey

job for you

to me with an offer five percent

"Forty-five percent???"

I turned him down. Not only have I had time to realize that fifteen percent controlling interest in the territory would only ensure they cook the books, but it doesn't give me any real power. So naturally, I pitched him something I was sure he would say no to. I asked for fifty percent instead, wanting

he did," Mickey

did," Alex

that made

walked out of his suite that morning with controlling interest in the Midtown territory, yes, that much is true. But... what is also true, is that I could have* walked out of his suite with *ownership* of

hates himself because he could have asked for more? Is

think, I actually thought it was because

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