Maid for the Mafia by Jaylee

Poetic Justice

**DAMIEN**

"So we're just going to leave here without her?" I sniped as I watched Eastside disappear in the distance.

Alex groaned. "What would you have me do? Stick around after all the bullshit Mickey caused? We have to get back and deal with Enzo before his men come looking."

"Mickey caused?" I remarked snidely. *Leave it to Alex to point the blame elsewhere everytime.* "Aren't you the one that made that fucked up deal in the first place? Drugging Ruby's baby cousin so that she could get fucked five ways from Sunday while she sucked your dick?"

Alex smiled tightly, turning his body to grant me his full attention. "Yes. I *made* the deal. But my deal is not what had those men patrolling Mickey's gates. Mickey's obsessive personality did that."

"And you *knew he would. So again, I'd blame you before I'd blame him."

"Well it's a good thing nobody gives a fuck about who you'd blame then, isn't it? Least of all me. I'm just glad we got out of there before Romano's men went looking for him. In two days from now when Mickey finally instructs his dealer's to stop padding their pockets, they're going to be done playing blackjack, and notice how long it's been since they've heard from him. And then, I guarantee you, not only are they going to search every nook and cranny of that hotel, but they are going to go looking for the dealers when they don't find him. At that point, all it is going to take is one silly look from those fools at the tables and then they're going to know something went down. I certainly hope for Mickey's sake that he found a way to dispose of that fat son-of-a-bitch. Otherwise, his body will eventually be found and then we'll have a fucking war on our hands. Should any of this get tied to Romany, she'll be the next one they go looking for." "Fuck," I growled out. "You're right. They fucking will." I glanced at Alex. "So how would you have done it then?"

"Done what?"

"Disposed of that fat piece of shit?"

"Me?" Alex smiled. "I would have taken him down to the kitchen of the Bella Bambola and had him carved into slabs of meat. Then I'd make sure to serve him to each and every guest over the next month. Starting with Romano's very own men. A sort of Poetic Justice. What about you?"

With a grin, I said, "I would have slipped him a mickey, then funneled a good amount of coke into his nose, you know, enough to make an elephant paranoid. Then, I'd pump a nice fat air bubble into his veins before he woke up, and slap a whore over his cock so that she could be riding him into Hell when his heart exploded."

"Hmm," Alex said. "Not sure which one I like best. Would that even do it? Cause a heart attack?" "Fat fucker like him? Downers and coke, plus an unavoidable embolism? Hell yeah it would."

"And the whore?"

as she knows, the man simply died because she's too good at

bad we weren't there to see the

do you think the three of

angrily. He chuckled, "You know as well as I do what they are doing. They are

it. That puts

Romano has had more of her

"Fuck you, Alex."

"Not fucking likely."

okay. Because you know what they say.

"I'm pretty sure that's just a fucking

**ROMANY**

sex, making me wriggle as tension coils in my center. My shirt is open, I can feel a breeze skating across my naked

myself shout, as a strong pair of hands slide down toward

my eyes shutter open, my body falling slack with release. "Ah!" I whine, my legs trembling as the world comes back into focus

are bright with heat as they

behind my waist with both hands to lift me into his arms. He wraps my legs around his hips, the steel of

full of wonder as he studies me. His large onyx pupils darted around my face with such intensity that I felt my face heat. He walks me into the penthouse then down the hall and into his large, luxurious room. The walls in here are all glass, save one and the view of all

silver satin pillows. Then he tosses me unceremoniously onto the bed and I bounce, then fall back into a warm hard chest. As a strong set of thighs locks around my hips from behind, I gasp. Tilting my head to the side just barely, I see one inked dragon stretched across Tiny's hard, grooved shoulder and feel

*God, he is so

Tiny's mouth becomes greedier, and he sucks the flesh of

tongue and his hands. Taking his dick in his hand, he begins to stroke himself. Coming closer and closer