Maid for the Mafia by Jaylee

Chapter 86

...I Was Yours

**ROMANY**

I get out of the pool carefully, glancing around and making sure that there isn't anyone outside. Satisfied that the coast is clear, I stumble toward the garden behind the back of the waterfall where I was forced to stash my phone in order to keep it from getting wet. Once I have it, I creep back toward the patio chair that I stowed my sundress on and head inside soaking wet.

It was hard as hell to hear what was being said during that video call, what with the rushing water so nearby, but I heard enough to know that Ruby *is* in fact alive and that's enough for me.

Friday is two days away which means I'm going to have to figure out how the fuck to get out of here without anyone following me.

*It's almost time for my birth control shot. Maybe I can pretend I'm already due for it and have Alex send me into town. That might work.*

But what if he insists on coming with me? *Shit!*

As I reach the door to my suite, I see that it's standing open and I jolt to a halt. *What the fuck?* I shove open the door angrily just to find Damien sitting on the couch looking sorely displeased. *Crap.* "Damien," I say, sauntering soaking wet then closing the door behind me.

me up from my bare feet to

heating at the sight of my black bikini through the thin white

that obvious?" I step past the couch

told you I'd come and get you so that you could go down and talk to Alex," he says from the sitting

off and reaching behind the bathroom door for my robe. As I turn around and prepare to put it on, I come face

he says softly, his dark eyes so full of hurt

know what he's saying. The way he's looking at me tells me. He must have come up here looking for me and then when he didn't find me, he headed

sighs"-I thought if I could just protect it, then maybe I could find a way to win your heart and not *ruin* you." He shakes his head, stepping backward out of the restroom.

suddenly clenching when I

you alone with Alex that night to go and pick up Mickey.

my robe to stalk toward him. He remains frozen there, glaring at me as I stomp so close that we're but inches apart. I poke his chest with my fingernail. "I may have been getting a little crazy, sure, a little wild, a little slutty - so what? I've never been allowed to explore my sexuality so freely before! And to be honest, I don't

clenches, his dark eyes traveling over my face and then lower, toward the decoration of hickies along my shoulders and

he wants so I don't. "You know what I mean, Dreamboat." I let my little nickname for him slip on purpose, hoping it will do something for the way he's looking at me. Because despite that I know I don't owe him anything, I honestly *hate* the way

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