Maid for the Mafia by Jaylee

Like a Ballad

**ROMANY**

*I can't believe this!*

*Why? Why would Mickey do this to me? Because I fucked Alex? Is that why?*

Romano moaned, the sound of it triggering a memory of him shoving his dick in my face while he snarled at me to stop spitting it out. *God I hate the way he sounds. He sickens me. He sounds like a bull when he cums and the memory of it alone is enough for me to lose my appetite.*

My lips curled upward in repugnance as his hands explored my curves shamelessly, groping me in full view of the entire restaurant while I sat there like a gullible whore in an expensive dress.

"Oh yeah," Romano whispered. "You're gonna like what I've got in store for you tonight sweetheart. I haven't been able to stop thinking about you since the last time we kissed." *Barf. Thank God I haven't eaten yet.*

When his lips somehow found their way down to my throat I'd finally had enough. Glaring across the table at Mickey, I was met with his cold, calculating. green gaze. My eyes burned with tears and I willed them back as best I could, I *refused* to give these pricks the satisfaction of my despair. But even still, one lonely drop was able to free itself before I could stop it. I heard Tiny's sharp intake of breath as he scooted his chair forward and under the table, then I felt him pinch my knee and kick me under the table. My glanced his way, noting the anger is his normally dark and impenetrable eyes. He was sneering at Romano openly, but the bastard was still sucking on my neck and didn't notice. Then, he lowered his eyes to mine and winked, while scratching his jaw with his fingers in the shape of a gun.

*What the fuck? Am I seeing things? Is he trying to tell me something?*

Almost like he heard my thoughts, he nodded almost imperceptibly and winked *again. "Hey Mister Romano," Tiny said quietly. "With all due respect, I think all of that is a little bit R-rated for the dinner table, don't you?" Romano's dry lips froze on my flesh, the feel of them making my skin crawl. "Prick," he whispered in my ear as if he and I shared a secret. "You're right, Tiny. How rude of me. Somebody's jealous," Romano replied coldly, then squeezed my breasts painfully, before letting me go. "Come on up sweetheart. I'll be ready and waiting for you."

Staring at Tiny with narrowed eyes, I decided to test my theory on what was going on by getting into character. I spoke in the sweetest, fakest, Betty Boop voice I could manage and said, "Perfect. Give me a few minutes, I'm waiting on my dessert. I hope you'll let me feed you the way that *you* once fed *me*." *Why the fuck did I add that? Bleh! Yuck.*

lip anxiously and Mickey's eyes sparkled with pride from across the table. Romano was

turning toward Mickey. "Your respect has been noted

and then the three of us simply sat there frozen, staring after him as he walked toward the elevators. A full five minutes went by before the silence was

only looked at Mickey when he said, "It has been arranged, Mister Scavo Sir, the limo waits outside, and your

"Thank you Gustaf. All your extra help will be reflected in your paycheck at the end of

what the fuck? Why is Mickey

toad send his shields home too? No way can he be that

standing up, "One of them *might* have found a casino voucher at the dinner table. Worth about ten grand. Last time I saw them, they were

understanding, then stood up from the table as well. I stared at them

body. Closing his arms around me, he anchored me to the hard, defined muscles of his chest before he whispered in my ear. "I saw that look on your face. I *know* what you were thinking about me, doll." His body

There's that

the

he controls that paychecks

whispered, scolding me quietly. "If you only knew how much it hurt to see you looking at me that way.

say to make it better. "Try to understand... This is all very new to me. I'm not used to dealing with men like *Alex* and... *that Pig* upstairs." Then I smiled and said honestly, "And it didn't help that *you* have the *very* best poker face that I have

me. "You and Tiny are to head to my penthouse, our dinner is already

watching him as he checked the time on his phone and turned toward the elevators. "Wait a minute! Mickey! Where are you going? I want you to