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.*

Romano was so excited, he didn't

turning toward Mickey. "Your respect has

as he walked toward the elevators.

been arranged, Mister Scavo Sir, the limo waits outside, and your dinner has already been delivered to the

Gustaf. All your extra help will be reflected in your

what the fuck? Why is Mickey acting like he pays that man's

toad send his shields home too? No way can he be that stupid!" He glanced around, his eyes searching. "It kind of looks like he

leave," Mickey explained, standing up, "One of them *might* have found a casino voucher at the dinner table.

then stood up from the table as well. I stared at them both expectantly, wondering if either of them was going to tell me what was

to haul me up against his body. Closing his arms around me, he anchored me to the hard, defined muscles of his chest before he whispered in

that

Bambola... is the name of

he

you only knew how much it hurt to see you looking

all very new to me. I'm not used to dealing

his eyes remained somewhat sad. He glanced at Tiny warily, before turning back ro me.

the time on his phone and turned toward the elevators. "Wait a minute!