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.

of his cigar. "Have a few of my men help haul it

room, causing me to blush 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. I watch him depart with my eyes on his ass until he disappears from sight. *I remember what those glutes felt like beneath my fingertips. What I wouldn't

me and I roll my eyes, gesturing to the canisters in their laps. "Shouldn't you both

to the right and he winces, closing his eyes briefly as if willing away the pain.

shame," Damien says darkly. "Guess that means you won't be sucking my dick

"Nope. I'll probably be on bedrest and

with a snarl. "You can drink your whiskey through a straw and I can come put you to bed myself. Just to make sure you're good

a hit of his cigar, blowing enough smoke Damien's way to force him 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. She wanted

*The playroom? What?*

my question out loud,

seems that I left you those. So it looks

hit of his cigar. "You are so lucky

"...go and get them. We

opening his canister to pull out an ice pack

the ice pack into the container and using it to

cameras in

grumbles under his breath, throwing a large piece of ice at Damien and

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 with mirth. "I hope you enjoyed the show. Had I known you were

man, what the

for my phone. After what Dana said about Ruby, I've changed my mind about telling Santos that she's here. Because now that I know what 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

dining room I'm confident there is only one place left to look. Jumping to my feet I approach Dana from