Maid for the Mafia by Jaylee

Lock the Monsters Out

**ROMANY**

*Dreamboat just called me his Lady... if my face wasn't already red, I'd be blushing.*

Antony releases me, probably hoping the same will be done to him, but it isn't. Damien keeps his hand locked over that fucker's balls and Antony is starting to look just a little pekid.

As I suck in so much air that I'm momentarily lightheaded, a fit of coughing ensues. It takes more than a couple of minutes for me to get control of myself and when I try to say Damien's name, I'm in shock when nothing happens. I can't even choke out a good whisper. My voice is entirely gone. Like nonexistent, gone. Of course, my throat feels cramped and sore, so it's more than likely it's going to take a minute for whatever he damaged to fix. I've actually had something similar to this happen before. When Matthew accused me of flirting with the guys in his class, he took the liberty of choking me out the moment we got him. My voice didn't fully return for a week. *God* I hope that's not what this is. *Water* definitely wouldn't hurt. Maybe a hot cup of honey and lemon tea.

As I work to clear my throat, I'm hacking and coughing and then *glaring* in Antony's direction.

Damien's eyes flash bright with fury as he listens to me sputtering, and they are suddenly more blue than I've ever seen them. "I'm pretty sure your suit is ruined, Angeletto, and in a moment, when we're all alone, I'm gonna take my other blade out and put a smile on your dick."

A phantom pain skates over me at his words and I fight the reflex to reach down and protect my pussy. Shivering, I study Damien's face. On the outside, he doesn't really look affected, but there's a calm chill to his voice when he speaks that is somewhat frightening. I've never heard him sound like that before. Not quite detached, not quite present.

"Baby," Damien says without looking at me. "I'm going to need you to grab some clothes to change into and go and get dressed in my suite. Do you think you can do that?"

I nod, rubbing my throat and climbing over to the far side of the bed to grab my phone. Then I make my way to my closet, keeping a five foot buffer between me and Antony at all times. Instead of contemplating what will look sexiest, I just grab a handful of hangers with clothes on them and start out the door.

keys in the air before he tosses them in my

catch them effortlessly and clear my throat so I can at least *try* and say thank you. "Th-k-o." That's it. That's

shoot Alex a text and let him know that he better hurry or there won't be much of his business partner left. Then, when you're finished getting dressed, call Simone and have her bring dinner for two to my suite. Let her know she has the rest of the

nod, knowing that trying to answer him at this point would prove ridiculous. Now that I'm on the other side of things though, I can finally see what has Antony so rigid. Damien has the most

a good couple of minutes. Not out loud of course because my voice is gone, but like a mime on the side of the road with a big red smile painted across my face. Then my eyes flit to the flex of muscles that are coiled together in Damien's back and I'm literally frozen, ogling him like a perv. When he turns

*Busted.*

head down there, sweetheart. Please? Otherwise you're

of he thinks that watching that fucker bleed isn't right at

"Go. I know you might think you can watch this, but you

around and head out. The moment the door closes behind me I take a moment to give

could have gone

Dreamboat and his

voice sounds behind me.

are going?" he asks, eyeing the random outfits

that he's about to snarl at me for what he thinks is blatant disrespect, but his phone chimes in his pocket. He ignores it, probably thinking he's making a point, and I'm forced to walk all the way up to him, retrieve his cell phone from his pocket myself - which I'm actually shocked that even let me do- and then