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.

Damien calls out, dangling a set of keys in the air before he tosses them

*try* and say thank

door is locked, but once you're inside, 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

the other side of things though, I can finally see what has Antony so rigid. Damien has the most wicked looking knife lodged into his lower back near his spine and a dark trail

Then my eyes flit to the flex of muscles that are coiled together in Damien's back and I'm literally frozen, ogling him

*Busted.*

smile is only slightly amused. "Now would be a great time to head down there, sweetheart. Please? Otherwise you're going to have to watch

crazy of he thinks that watching that fucker

you might think you can watch this,

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

could have gone *so*

bless my Dreamboat and his

with a sudden spring in my step, Alex's voice sounds behind me. Shattering my thoughts

the hell do you think you are going?" he asks, eyeing the random outfits I have hanging

his pocket. He ignores it, probably thinking he's making a point, and I'm forced