Maid for the Mafia by Jaylee

Chapter 94

The Difference

**DAMIEN**

I can't have heard her right. *There's no way she said what I thought she said. It's impossible.*

It may be dark in my room, but the sexy glare Romany pins me with is vibrating with arrogance. She's trying to bait me. She thinks she's catching me off guard by springing that question on me and attaching a name to it, but she couldn't be more wrong.

The only time I ever mentioned Dana was when I apologized for allowing my jealousy to control my behavior. I admitted to *using* a woman. just to try and wash Romany from my mind, but I *never* gave her a name, so she should *not* have

one.

"What number is *who*? What?" I repeat stupidly and almost groan when I hear how synthetic my voice sounds.

Romany chuckles soundlessly, the absence of her voice triggering a stampede of reckless thoughts to take shape in my head. Antony is still alive - although in considerably worse shape than he was when he got here - he is now safely tucked away in his suite downstairs on the first floor. But everytime I see Romany fighting to be heard? I see his hand around her throat again and my body coils with anger.

*I should dip out of here after she passes out and head downstairs to guide that fucker into the afterlife.*

"Don't!" Romany whisper-yells, trying to push out of my arms and turn around.

I don't let her. "Okay! Okay, okay," I coo, pulling her even further into my embrace. I sigh with pleasure when I feel her body go slack in my arms and she rests her head on my shoulder. "Dana... she doesn't have a number. She's Santos' little cousin." Romany's entire body goes rigid and for a moment her breath seems to huff a little erratically. Quick tufts of air heat my earlobe as she tips her head upward to study me. I lean up a bit, gazing down at her to search for signs of *what* has her suddenly stressed. "What is it?" I ask. "What's wrong, baby?"

Romany blinks then looks away, relaxing once again. "Has she ever been here?" Romany rasps as one hand begins tracing soothing circles over my abs.

My head falls back onto the pillows and my balls begin to throb, almost as if Romany's sweet stroking has reminded them of just how close her mouth had been moments ago. *Shit.*

on Santos. Dana hates him because of some bullshit he apparently did to her mother. A year or so ago, Alex had her come to dinner and it was pretty obvious to everyone that night that she had a thing

Alex turned you into you her white rabbit," Romany whispers and for a moment I

that might hurt f it didn't

stroking my hand down from her back

Romany says on the end of a yawn. "Now... he's invited her here to

*Say what?*

carefully as possible not to shoot straight up into the roof with

Her head tips

the one?"

asking, but I decide to play dumb for a moment. "No, baby girl. Ever since the first moment

silently, her eyes still

can't even see me with her eyes still closed. "I do,"

one that doesn't matter," Romany whispers almost

Dana to think that I might like her *beyond* our little arrangement. But the sensation

I admit, kissing the top

entire body

girl I've *ever* had such strong feelings about. The *only* girl I'll ever want again. I didn't know how to handle it when we first met. I didn't know how to navigate my jealousy. I still don't. Not really. But I'm learning and I won't give

true. I'm head over heels for this gorgeous girl in my arms. There is nothing that I wouldn't do to keep her. The realization is more than a little scary because I know I might not be the only one

thing I do, I

here trying to sleep, my

to reinsert myself as the object of her desire, and she hadn't been in it. Alex's office was my very next stop, but before I could make

it didn't matter if she was married to a boss in the high district, or engaged to the Prince of Wales, he was going* to fuck her. Well,

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