Maid for the Mafia by Jaylee

Six Fingers Later

**ROMANY**

A pitch black Tahoe was waiting on the edge of the runway when we landed. It was obvious the vehicle was waiting for us, because the moment the ladder went down and the hatch opened, a familiar pinched face and ugly mug jumped out of the driver's seat to open the doors.

*I remember that guy. He's that ugly dude that was at the house the first time that I met Tiny.*

*Bruno. I think...*

Simone and I giggled as we ran across the runway barefoot like a couple of schoolgirls. Then, the wind from the terminal caught on our robes and peeled them away from our bodies. It happened so quickly that neither of us had time to stop it. I'm sure an entire line of passengers inside the airport had to have seen us. Oddly enough, I didn't feel embarrassed. I felt sexy and intriguing. Almost as if I could hear the thoughts of the people behind the glass as they watched and wondered who we could possibly be.

*Were we movie stars, perhaps? Or were we just a couple of rich, spoiled women that couldn't even be bothered to get dressed before taking a plane ride?*

It was an exciting feeling - thinking we were the objects of a tiny public mystery. Well, I mean, I don't really know what Simone was feeling, but I imagine it had to be nearly the same thing. Once we reached the Tahoe, Tiny leapt in the front passenger seat, Simone sat in the single behind the driver, and Mickey ushered me onto the back bench with him.

The moment all the doors closed, the space fell dim and intimate. Mickey's arm slid over the back of the headrest behind me and I smiled to myself. Casting my eyes in his direction, I took my time admiring the strong set of his jawline as it flexed in the darkness. Even though it seemed he was refusing to look at me, still, he held me in the protective circle of his embrace. His biceps flexed against the back of my neck with every turn in the road and his fingers played with the silver strands of my hair, almost absently.

Watching him as we slid through the streets of his town, I noticed something. Everytime we hit a corner, or stopped at a light, his eyes were in motion. Scanning the terrain and everything else around us with the type of hyper-vigilance I imagine comes from years of living in danger. He had a way of surveying the area around him, of catching on things that may have seemed out of place or suspicious. Each time we stopped at an intersection, I felt him draw my body in closer, and I knew without a doubt that if something *did* happen, he would protect me with his life.

he did when that guard, Gerald, tried to rape me in the storage room. He was sexy as hell then and he is sexy as hell

know he's upset with me,

without looking at me. "So you

I like the way you

his, just between his legs is what I hone in on next, and the longer I stare at it, the bigger it gets, causing him to shift

grass and

at the anterior side of a modern two story house. It's beautiful in an entirely different way than Alex's house is, and it's not nearly as big. For some reason, that pleases me, and by the time we stop

friend," I scoffed. "What about me?

chuckled, then looked away from me

he's still mad

**ALEX**

confession. Holding it under the light as the bitch of a man behind me cries and whimpers and complains that he is going into shock, I snap a couple of pictures of it to read later. But as I

office and

much. I can't *explain* what suddenly came over me in that moment, but I felt myself begin to lose it. My body started burning up, anger causing me to pant for breath. My eyes settled on the seven different blades lined up on the table and before I knew what

what you asked!" Professor Jensen was crying. "I need a doctor please! I want my fingers sewn back on! I'm losing too much blood,

acknowledged, placing the letter on the table and ignoring Damien's wary gaze. "Thank