Maid for the Mafia by Jaylee

The Stranger

**ROMANY**

*Alex... you fucking prick.*

"What's the matter? At a loss for words?" He smirks and I glower at him. "On second thought, maybe you shouldn't have any honey and lemon. It's kind of like that you can't talk back for once." *Fuck you, Alex.*

I flip him off and he snatches my finger in his hand, bringing it to his lips for a kiss. "I don't think so, angel. You'll wear yourself out. Give yourself a few days to recuperate. Between Tiny and Mickey - and now - me and Damien"-he grimaces- "you really ought to give that pussy a rest. She needs her beauty sleep."

My jaw drops so suddenly I'm surprised when it doesn't hit the ground. Anger fires to an immediate boil inside me and I'm posed to slap Alex in his stupidly handsome face, but he chooses that opportune moment to disappear toward my room, fast as lightning.

*Yeah. You better run. Bastard.*

When he disappears into my suite, it takes me all of two seconds to decide to eavesdrop on them. Tip-toeing back down the hallway like an idiot doesn't seem to make much sense, but I do it anyway, dropping my armful of clothes on the floor near the stairs so I can keep my hands free. By the time I make it to the door and precariously place my hand on the knob my brain is in overdrive and all kinds of little scenarios are floating around in my mind. *Maybe I shouldn't.*

*I mean, who really cares what happens to that jerk anyway?*

that's for

does the thought of watching that big handsy fuck off bleed in the rug make

turned me on to this perverse desire to see the assholes that took advantage of me meet their end? I know he's the one that started the wheels spinning, but I can't really put it all on him. Each of my sexy little playmates have all played a part. Tiny and Mickey practically held a pissing contest in the restaurant to decide who got to deal with Romano and I'd be lying if I said I didn't find their covert rivalry insanely

What have I

again charmed by the personal touches he

my Dreamboat is a badass and one day I'd like to get hard from watching him in action. And then? I'll fuck him silly right there next to his

couch and text Simone about dinner. Her response is immediate and just cheerful enough for me to finally decide what to wear. With a devilish glint in my eye, I set off down the hallway in search of Damien's bedroom. Knowing the layout of his suite matches Alex's, I set off down a similar hallway expecting to find Damien's bedroom in a somewhat identical location, but when I open the door I'm met with what looks like a private dojo. There are Japanese scrolls lining the walls, shelves loaded with different boxing gloves, a couple

is so... honed. He's

hall and step inside giddily. The decor in his room is definitely boasting some Japanese influence. Not to mention that the space

three to a corner and his king sized bed is set up on a three and a half foot wooden dais. Steps lead up each side of it, leaving about a foot and a half of space around the perimeter of the bed. It's a four poster, like Alex's, but with red gossamer curtains that hang all around it. I find myself mesmerized for a moment as I picture Damien sleeping there every night. Reminding myself that Simone will be arriving any second with our dinner, I tear my eyes away and head for his large walk-in closet. It doesn't take long to find what I'm looking for and when I do, I get dressed and then admire myself in his full

scandalously exposed. Looking dark and tempting before they disappear beneath a pair of his white jockey shorts that I'm able to cinch at the waist by using the elastic. After I done one of his rattiest, but decidedly *softest*, crew neck shirts, I tie it at the waist so it doesn't billow around me like a cape and I bounce back down the hallway just in time to hear a soft knock at the door. Thinking it's Simone, I simply flip the deadbolt and swing it wide open. I forget at that moment that I can't use my voice when the person

up version of the phrase. To be fair, it sounded more like *'Huthafu-ker* than *Who the fuck are you'* and I can't really fault her for looking a little lost. *Fuck. All I can do is stare at her. That's it.

all we do for the next three minutes and neither of us seems

*Is the bitch lost?*