Maid for the Mafia by Jaylee
Chapter 89
Banshee
**ROMANY**
Antony Angeletto.
I'd *almost* forgotten about him. Almost.
He's dressed immaculately of course. In an Italian three piece suit of shale gray. His short brown ponytail pulled back as severely as ever and he's freshly shaven. He looks nice enough, but I seem to remember him sticking his penis where it wasn't welcome the last time he was around. And... I don't like his creepy little smile. Or the way he's eyeing me up in my robe. With that thought in mind, I take a huge step back from the closet. Disturbingly enough, that puts me closer to the bed and judging by the little twinkle that sparks in his dark pitiless eyes, that fact has not escaped him.
My phone is on the *other* nightstand. Unless I can convince myself to walk around him, I'm going to have to leap across the bed to grab it.
"What the hell are you doing in here? Why are you in my room?" I snap angrily.
He chuckles darkly, walking a few more paces in my direction. His *aura* forces me to retreat, I simply do not want his energy to touch mine. So I continue backing up until the backs of my thighs hit the mattress. Which coincidentally, still looks like an altar for sin.
my, my," he tsks, his gaze traveling delightedly over my curves. "Not quite the pliant little mouse you were a couple of weeks
be named*, I was half out of my mind." Stella, that cunt. "You should leave. Alex will short circuit if he
the remaining five feet between us in two tiny little steps. Now he's only about half a foot away from me and close enough to choke
have business to discuss," he says quietly as his irises disappear and he reaches out a hand to trace over my neck. "I'm
my freshly washed skin and for whatever reason he hasn't removed them yet. "That might be, but I can guarantee you that he did not intend for you to step into *my space.* Get. Out." Something tells me that if I decide to make a mad dash for my phone, he's going to tackle me. We're too close to the bed and I can see significant activity just below his belt buckle. This bastard is getting hard and his *fingers* are still on my neck. *Okay Ro. You are going to jump for your phone
like he's reading my mind, Antony's grip tightens just under my chin and at the same time he reaches forward with his other hand to grasp the lapels of my robe. *Fuck. Now he
hand away. Thankfully, it falls to his side.
you back up please, you are in my motherfucken bubble and I need to get to my
and clamp his free arm around my waist. "I don't think so,"
*Whores? Oh fuck no.*
*CRACK.*
with pain when I slap him and although his head reels to the side, he doesn't let me go. Instead, his eyes flash with anger and he
before I can, Antony's hand closes around my throat and absolutely nothing gets out. *Or IN, for that matter. At least I just drew in a complete breath.*
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