Maid for the Mafia by Jaylee

Tiny Dreams

**ROMANY**

I found it hard to relax with Tony and Mickey gone. One hour passed, then another, and another... soon it was after midnight and I still hadn't heard anything from them.

The penthouse was awesome. After a shower, I found one of Mickey's fancy shirts in his closet and threw it on. Pouring myself a tall glass of lemon juice and tequila (since I didn't see any margarita mix), I sprinkled on a healthy dose of salt and took a seat on a lounger out on the balcony, watching the city of Eastside buzz beneath me and behind the glass railing. Once I finished my drink, I grew increasingly drowsy, yawning a few times before deciding to simply rest my eyes. I have no idea when I passed out, but I don't think it took long. One minute I was resting and the next I was simply gone.

**MICKEY**

"You fucked her in my limosine," I grumbled, unbuttoning the sleeves of my shirt as Tiny and I wandered toward the elevator.

"What are you wanting me to say Mickey?" Tiny asks quietly, his eyes heavy and his hands clasped in front of him in boredom.

"You knew there was a camera in there!" I hissed, as we stepped inside and I hit the blank button that signified my floor. "I felt like you were fucking taunting me."

open. She huffs in relief and starts to climb

behind herself as if I'm talking to someone else.

fuck," I snarl, pushing her face

don't fucking touch me prick!" Is all I hear as the doors click

you

sighs heavily as I study him. It's no secret that I was boiling with rage when I watched them fucking in the limosine. *Goddamn them.* There I am, defending her honor and slaughtering that pig-headed fuck, jumping headfirst into the shit storm, so that I can teach the world not to touch my

he's fucking lethal with his hands and there aren't a lot of guys willing to go at him. *None* that I know of. So when he comes to collect, nine times out of ten, he gets paid. One time out of ten, he snaps a back or two. He's always been big and packed with muscle. Oddly enough the name, 'Tiny' wasn't given to him because he's huge and we thought it was funny. We call him Tiny, because of his tiny dreams. The man is fucking crazy smart. He had plans to go to Yale for fuck's sake, they even invited him to tour the campus when he was *fifteen*. But then his older

and I do. Not ever, It wouldn't be easy for him anyway, because he doesn't have the family backing that we have. That *Romano* had. But I don't think that's why he says no. Truthfully, I think it's like I said, he's smarter than most. He already knows where that

he wants, not what you tell him. Tiny is great at following orders, *most* of the time. Not tonight apparently, but then again, my doll could tempt the sex change of a ninety year old woman. She's

to step out of the

*Fuck.*

saw the evidence," I growl,