Maid for the Mafia by Jaylee

Bella Bambola

**ROMANY**

I could still feel that asshole, Romano, watching me when the waiter came to take our orders. Glancing around, I realized that Simone and Pinch were nowhere to be found and Tiny was MIA as well. *Where the hell did they go?* With a shrug, I went ahead and ordered the Cioppino and a fattening bowl of tuxedo mousse for dessert, then watched as Mickey whispered into the waiter's ear for five whole minutes.

When he was finally done talking and the waiter disappeared, I asked, "Where are Simone and Pinch?" I cursed, "Damn it! I meant, Bruno. Where did they go?"

"I had the manager escort them to a special, much more private, table," Mickey explained. "They looked like they needed one."

Nodding, I faced his way, scouring the restaurant for Tiny in my peripheral. Even though Mickey pretends to be unconcerned, I have noticed him becoming increasingly jealous. Just the way he looked at me a few minutes ago,*before* he learned that Paul Romano was only a few tables away, was alarming. There was anger *blazing* in his eyes and his face puckered with discontent when he glared at me. When he shifted his attention from me to Tiny, I honestly thought he might explode. But Tiny was quick in diverting him, knowing exactly what to say to deflect Mickey's anger.

"You said... Pinch. Don't act like you didn't," Mickey accused and my eyebrows shot up like spines on a porcupine. I leaned forward eagerly, resting my chin on my hands as I waited for whatever nonsense he would spit next. "He must be new, no? Who the fuck is he? This *Pinch*?" He rolled his eyes, lifting his chin toward the bar in the center of the dining room. "Wait, don't tell me! It must be one of the hot waiters, or the bartender."

I sat back slowly, a ball of anger twisting in my gut as he shook his head incredulously. "No," I snapped, wringing the cloth napkin between my hands instead reaching across the table to twist his neck. *Boy oh boy, he is losing it. Fucking paranoid.* "That's my name for Bruno when he's not around. Pinch."

Mickey stiffened, a tumbler of whiskey frozen about an inch away from his lips. Eyes darting back and forth, he looks at me oddly. "What? Why?" Then he continued to drink.

I shrugged, taking a sip of my water. "He reminds me of a miniature bulldog. His face... it's all jammed in the middle... all soured up. Pinched."

shower of whiskey sprays across the table with my remark and Mickey is choking to death in the seat

God!" I squealed, scooting closer to him and pounding on

and taking a deep drink from his water glass before turning back to me. A gleeful, barely contained chuckle sputtered from his lips as he smiled at me - like *proper* smiled - for the *first* time in days. "Pinch, huh?" he repeated, testing to the name as he glanced toward the darker, more romantic, section with a jovial smirk turning his

him a smirk of my own. "You gave

across his face, he snickered again, burying his face in his hands as his body shook with mirth. "I've got to buy a miniature bulldog now," he informed

I realized what an awesome idea that was. "Promise me," I giggled. "Promise that you'll

as some of his recent tension disappeared. The lines of worry vanished from his face. "Do you know how long this restaurant has been

my head, tossing him a sarcastic smile. "Oh yeah,

the tiny netted holes over my bosom and making my body hum with energy. "Three and

head, shivering with pleasure as his fingers circled over one nipple and then down over

my thigh, stroking toward

he picked this place for dinner? Because of the name.* "It's pretty," I hissed with a shudder, parting my legs just barely for Mickey as he pressed his fingers over my coin covered slit and began to circle and plunge rhythmically. "It most definitely is," he agreed. "From what I understand, the owner named it after a woman he spied on the street one day. And although he had never met. She was so beautiful, and so

I didn't even give a damn that we were in the middle of a dining room. My eyes closed and I began to wiggle in my

fascination for her was becoming." I whimpered, as my pussy began to clench and juice, and my hip began to gyrate in small, wild circles. "So he stopped talking about her

my eyes in

leaning in close. "I don't have time to explain why yet, but Paul's heading