Maid for the Mafia by Jaylee

Smiles and Light

**MICKEY**

When Bruno and I roll to a stop in front of Alex's mansion my jaw is so tight I can practically hear the moan of my teeth. Tiny *is in fact* here. The bastard brought my prize to Alex's place like a goddamn traitor.

I could kill him for this. I'm well within my rights to and if I did, he'd be out of the running for my doll's attentions. But... I don't want to win her that way. I'm not an insecure little bitch. I'm no fucken pussy. I *want* her to *want* me more than she does anyone else in the world.

I don't want to win by default.

Besides, he's not an *actual* traitor. I know he brought that fucker Miguel here to score points with *her* not with Alex and to be fair, he *is* the one who did all the *actual* work.

But I'm his boss, so I'll have to come up with *some* form of punishment.

*Maybe I'll make him watch while I fuck her.*

Shit, that's right. He's been here for, going on, three hours now. *He's* probably already made a move.

"Mick?" Bruno calls back to me from the front seat.

*Fuck.* I've been simply sitting here and staring at the house for the last thirty minutes. "Let's do this," I say, stepping out of the Black Suburban, my expensive shoes crunching on the dirty driveway. A silver sedan is parked near the front doors right behind Tiny's car. It's a new model and slightly familiar, however I can't place it at the moment.

Bruno's little girlfriend Simone throws open the doors as the pair of us advance up the steps.

and losing all semblance of professionalism in one foul swoop, but that's not what concerns me. What *bothers me is the sound of her voice.

the pivotal atmosphere the moment I step indoors. It's much too quiet. *What the fuck is going on?* Simone begins

crumpling into

narrowing into slits. "I'm going to ask her one more time and if she doesn't answer me, I'll snap her

knows

little Miss Sunshine with a devastating smile. "Please, tell me. What

the negative sets a panic inside of me that may result in

In the hall," Simone reports. "I was so scared," she whimpers, turning her face

and an image of Romany's face flashes before my eyes. Lifeless

No. Fuck

Okay?" I growl out, my biceps locking on flex as

babbles. "I only saw her for a second, but she was alive when I did. It was Damien that was

*Well, thank fuck.*

you plan on bringing this one with us when we leave you better make sure she learns how to answer questions in

his hands up and

that you do," I snap, then make a mad dash for the service elevators. I catch a glimpse of myself in the

across the carpet sends a lightning bolt of fear into my chest. "Holy shit," I hiss. *Somebody* bled the fuck out. "Mickey," Tiny's

as I swivel in his direction, I tap my gun on my chest. He stands there, arms crossed, chin lifted, smug as a duck in the water. "Where's my prize you little fuck?" I

he doesn't answer and

him. And I wasn't even

my piece and shoot the floor at