Maid for the Mafia by Jaylee

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.

his gaze traveling delightedly over my curves. "Not quite the pliant little mouse you

Thanks to *she, who shall not be named*, I was half out of my mind." Stella, that cunt. "You should leave. Alex will short circuit

he's only about half a foot

he reaches out a hand to trace over my neck. "I'm thinking of making him a very generous offer. So no, I will not leave until our business

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

same time he reaches forward with his

away. Thankfully, it falls to his side. However, he

in my motherfucken bubble and I need to get to my phone so that I can inform Alex that you are

shake his head and clamp his free arm around my waist. "I don't think so," he whispers, leaning in to trace his long greedy nose over the side of my face. "Looks like *you've been busy. Someone has definitely been sipping your nectar." As his arm lowers from my waist to my ass, I shove him as hard I can in the chest, which as you might have guessed, only serves to piss him off. "That's fine,

*Whores? Oh fuck no.*

*CRACK.*

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 smiles brightly. "Believe it or not that just made my dick harder." *That is it. Get

sharp, sudden breath and prepare to yell, but before I can, Antony's hand closes around my throat and absolutely nothing gets out. *Or IN, for that matter. At least