Maid for the Mafia by Jaylee
Chapter 64
The Little Cheating Whore
**MICKEY**
I almost can't believe she's here with me, on my *jet*, but she is. The first time I saw her, she was only eighteen, and I knew back then she was much too young for me. She was completely innocent. Untouched. If I had approached her during that time I would have ruined the woman she was turning out to be. So, I sat back and waited. Watching as she changed from a naive young girl into a traumatized young woman. Burning in secret as Professor Jensen attempted to stamp out her light. I would have stepped in *then* if I thought saving her would have helped, but I knew she had to learn about the man on her own. You see, because sometimes when you try to shield someone from evil, all you do is hinder them. They don't learn to fight for themselves when there is always someone there to rescue them and when the day comes that they have to go it alone, they're lost.
As it turns out, realistically, you can't *always* be there anyway. No matter how much you might want to be.
I learned that lesson long before I ever laid eyes on my little doll.
The music of her laughter snagged my attention as my jet took to the skies. The bottom of her robe has crept open, leaving me with a tantalizing view of her wonderfully tanned legs and I'm forced to adjust myself in my chair as I watch her. The seats on my jet are large and spacious, three to a side, six in total. She is across the aisle from me, staring out the window while she watches the ground get smaller and smaller. Something was telling me that she had never been on a plane before tonight. That knowledge alone kept me smiling.
I would have preferred it if she'd left her little friend at home, but I'll take what I can get. Besides, once I get them both to my house, I'll steal away with her. Take her to my *private* penthouse in the city where we can be alone. Where Alex *won't* be able to find her when he comes looking, because he doesn't even know it exists.
And Alex *will* be coming for her. I can feel it.
"It's so beautiful from up here," Romany commented. "It's amazing."
"You get used to it," I said, my eyes steady on her. "This place is nothing compared to what it's like flying into the Maldives. One of my favorite spots to vacation. Maybe you'll let me take you sometime."
"The Maldives!?" she exclaimed. "Are you kidding? I would love that."
"Then I will plan for it," I said easily.
over her and her lips turned downward. "I don't think
irritation out of my voice. *Doesn't she realize that if she agreed to be mine she wouldn't have to worry
there's that too." Her eyes filled with tears as she studied me. "I won't be free to do anything like that until I find my cousin." "We've talked about this, doll. Are you going to make me say it again?" I replied,
jaw tightened and she forced back her tears. "I'm not going to make you say anything. In fact, you had better not. Because if you *do* say it again - and I mean *ever* again - it might be the very last time you say *anything* to me." Her threat was clear, although somewhat presumptuous, and I couldn't look away from the hypnotic teal of her eyes. It angered me that her attachment to me was so fleeting, but such was her power over me. I had no doubt that she meant
have her first. At
no hope. Even though it was clear to everyone else that Ruby was *gone.* An assassin like Ruby was a great prize in the hands of her enemy, and
types of prisoners. The kind that you can make talk and the kind that will never. It usually becomes clear pretty quickly which kind you have in front of you. From the very first interrogation, you know. Ninety-nine point nine percent of all prisoners are talkers, and how much information
She was that zero point one percent. Ruby's been gone for over two weeks and it would have been evident to Santos within the first twenty-four hours that Ruby was that second kind of prisoner. The rare kind. The kind you have to have killed immediately. Not only because she will never talk, but because the longer she is left alive the more you risk
snapped. "Perhaps I will send you postcards from the beach instead."
calmly, eyeing the man as Damien
very much about the guy. Only what Damien had heard from Mickey. Supposedly, this was Romany's longtime boyfriend who had also
against his binds even as Damien ripped the black garbage bag off of his head. Once his eyes were revealed to the light
caked with dried blood. His blue eyes, bloodshot and cupped with dark bruises on both sides. Mickey had certainly laid into
Mickey piss on him too, or did Matthew piss on
man before reaching up to rip the tape off
told Mister Scavo it wasn't my fault! It was Romany's! She's the one who decided to take the fall! I tried to stop her but she wouldn't listen!
with an amused one of my own.
won't. It's been too long now, it would make him look like
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