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 have any flashcards for you to study

you're such

"Fuck you," Mickey snapped.

I 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 and everything to do with how cheaply I sold her." *Maybe I should hang up after all. Or maybe I should set his suite

desperate 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

fuck you, Alex," Mickey

"Ditto," said Damien.

cunning little fox. And a whole hell of a lot smarter than

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

well that she had me questioning myself. When Enzo first approached me, I was already in an altered state of mind. Romany had

*What???*

fucking way," Mickey

"Yes."

what??? What are they

are you saying Alex? What did she do to you?" Damien

poisons you with innocence and perfect

"Wanted." - Damien.

"Horny." -

that right?

went on, "Okay... yes... all of that, but more. She's like a fucking auctioneer, each time you think you've got her the fucking price

get it, That's a good one

blow job for

offer five percent higher

"Forty-five percent???"

He offered to basically make me the Midtown Executive Earner, but 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 to

did,"

did,"

that made

to my bid for the seventy. Meaning he gave up nearly half of his entire empire just to wet his dick inside of my fucking maid. I walked out of his suite that morning with controlling interest in the Midtown territory, yes, that much is true. But...

he could have asked for

think, I actually thought it was because

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