Maid for the Mafia by Jaylee

A Gift

**SANTOS**

"The package has been deposited and is secure, Santos. ETA for arrival should put us there half an hour before midnight tomorrow," Juarez tells me.

He's standing at my office door, probably looking like a cat that's just had his cream, with his dark beady eyes aimed at the back of my head. I'm sitting behind my desk, my chair turned around to face the unshaded bay windows, but even with my back turned I know what that gremlin is thinking. His misconception is in his belief that I am unaware of what he is planning. He has been one of my men for ten years.

Ten long years of a friendship that has gone from good to over with just the appearance of a single female. A female that *tried* to *kill* me no less!

*Really Tony? Are you sure you want to do this?*

But yes. Yes I am sure. Because although at one time, I was positive that I would *never* ever be one of those males that falls all over himself for the sake of a woman - it has happened. And despite that I have known of the Red Raider for *years* - even *known* I'd more than likely face her one day - I never thought to prepare myself for any more than the task of killing the woman.

to eye on a lot of things, I knew it would be my job one day to end her. My *aunt* still hates me for not taking immediate aggressive action the way she expected. In truth, I was rather impressed with the natural born killer she seemed to represent, but I *knew* that one day it

way I felt the

not only

to pretend that the strange burning sensation in my chest wasn't any more than a symptom of oncoming heartburn - but in the back of my mind, I *knew* what it was. I *feared* what it was. Even so, I might have been able to go through with it - with

thing in this world I never thought to allow myself, that this new monster seemed to crave. And it craved it from *her.* From Red. *More* than power and *more* than

even occurred to me that she might *want me* in return, I thought of it as goodbye. Because I was

my cold stone heart, I waited for him to take the light from her eyes. When he sliced off her pants and growled out his arousal, I tried not to listen anymore. I was

being wet for him and I saw red. Jealousy burned inside of me and for a moment, I actually hated her. But she denied it - said that *it wasn't him that she was wet for* - and all I could think about in that one moment was that I'd never forgive myself if it was *me* she wanted

question. And although, she didn't verbalize that it was *me* that she wanted, it was there in her eyes. Since that afternoon, that is all that I see

She will *always* be the one thing in this world that put me on my knees. To have her in my arms and to fall asleep every night staring into those liquid blue pools of worship, is all that I want. Maybe *that* is what I should have asked her for. Instead of trying to

into my thoughts and I finally realize that

"What the