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?"

man simply died because she's too

bad we weren't

do you think the three

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

That

Romano has had

"Fuck you, Alex."

"Not fucking likely."

they say. Save

sure that's

**ROMANY**

is arching up off the ground in pleasure and I hear somebody moaning as hands knead my breasts greedily. A warm current of electricity vibrates against my sex, making me wriggle as tension coils in my center. My shirt is open, I can feel a

pair of hands

crashes over me and my eyes shutter open, my

green eyes are bright with heat as they feast upon the

his hips, the steel of his forearms resting under my

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 of the skyscrapers jutting up against the sky, is breathtaking. Mickey, flips a lightswitch and the entire room dims. Causing the windows of the buildings around his penthouse to wink in various colors as they sparkle against

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 his teeth nip at the opposite side of my neck. "Oh," I yelp, my body shuddering

my attention and I face him, my mouth watering when I see he has already stripped down to his boxers. *God, he is so beautiful.* The deep bronze of his toned, tanned

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

taking on a sharp and perilous light as he watches Tiny stroke my body with his tongue and his hands. Taking his dick in