Maid for the Mafia by Jaylee

He's not going to save you...

**ROMANY**

*The Red Raider... is he talking about Ruby? He must be. He has proof???*

My face sours and I throw Dana a glare, suddenly wanting to hit her again. "Liar!" I snap.

"He's talking madness," Dana spouts, calling attention to herself - which may not have been the best idea.

Alex and Damien, who are seated in different arm chairs on opposite sides of the open archway, both look toward her at precisely the same time and flinch simultaneously.

A slight smile turns Alex's lips and he says, "Your eyelashes are missing." His eyes scan her body then her face before he asks innocently, "Did you neglect to take my advice and fall down the stairs?"

Damien begins to chuckle, then looks my way as if it just occurred to him whom Dana had been fighting. His eyes freeze for a moment on my knotted buns then they descend toward my face, seeming to take inventory. There's a scratch on my neck and another beneath my chin. I only know because I can feel them and sure enough, Damien eyes both injuries with a hooded gaze, then sighs as if displeased.

*Really? Is he mad at me for hitting that bitch?*

Crossing my arms under my chest, I cock an eyebrow at him accusingly. I want him to know that not only am I still furious about my wake up call, but I am also unimpressed with the bullshit he just pulled. *And* I definitely plan to tell him just how *unimpressed* I am, the very moment I have him alone. Trying to pour all of that into one concentrated glare, I turn it on him. If he notices, he either doesn't care or refuses to show it. The muscles of his arms flex with tension, his eyes shuttering before he pointedly looks from me to Alex then back again. Disapproval flashes in his navy blue irises and a barely perceptible shake of his head is all that he grants me before looking away.

"No I didn't *fall* down the stairs!" Dana howls. "Your *maid* assaulted me like a rabid dog."

Tiny doesn't so much as grace her with a look, instead he keeps his focus on Alex, folding his hands together and relaxing his stance as he awaits a response regarding his claim of proof. One of the maids walks in carrying two silver canisters, heading directly for the corner archway. She hands one to each of the big brats in the corner and then retreats back the way she came, pausing only to cringe at Dana as she walks by. Her reaction makes me snicker and Dana sneers at me angrily.

Damien's eyes return to me after he's taken a moment to study Dana and when our gazes connect I swear I hear Alex growl, but his attention appears to be on Tiny.

another deep inhale of his cigar. "Have a few

and my body to heat with anticipation. The thing about Tiny that I like the most is that with him there is absolutely *zero* jealousy. He's content to not only let me have my cake and eat it too, but serve it to me one bite at a time. That - and then of course - there's his body. His build is unreal and today he's wearing dark jeans and a short sleeved black shirt, showcasing his colorful dragon tattoos that pop and ripple with every movement.

say a word as they stare at me and I roll my eyes, gesturing to the canisters in their

his eyes briefly as if willing away the pain. "I've already called the doctor," he informs me while glaring at Damien. "My jaw

Damien says darkly. "Guess that means you won't be sucking

coupled by a look that is *anything* but friendly. "Nope. I'll probably be on bedrest and have to have

straw and I can come put you to bed myself.

to slam his eyes shut. "No, I don't think so, you're not nearly as pretty as she is. Besides, I had plans to show her the playroom tonight.

*The playroom? What?*

my question out loud, but

smile. "But it seems that I left you those. So it

his cigar. "You are so lucky I didn't

by all means..." Damien quips, "...go and get them. We can always go

opening his canister to pull out an ice

into the container and using it to soothe his swollen knuckles.

cameras in my

breath, throwing a large piece of ice at Damien and hitting him

impact, leaving a red mark and threatening to lump up. Damien growls, shooting a returning cube straight toward the side of Alex's face and hitting him in the jaw. Alex hisses with pain and Damien grins, his eyes sparkling

man, what the

a bitch she is, I *want* him to know. For a number of reasons really. Call me crazy, but I don't feel nearly as threatened by the man as I probably should. And I don't know why, but

dining room I'm confident there is only one place left to look. Jumping to my feet I approach Dana from behind. She's standing about three feet away from Damien who is pointedly ignoring her as he continues