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.

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

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

and hyperventilate, crumpling into

ask her one more time and if

but he knows better than

forward and fixing little Miss Sunshine with a devastating smile. "Please, tell me. What the

thought of her reply being in the negative sets a panic inside of me that may result in a massive amount of casualties, should

shooting on the third floor! In the hall," Simone reports. "I was so scared," she whimpers, turning

image of Romany's face flashes before my eyes. Lifeless and cold. The teal blue lagoon of her eyes muted into a

No. Fuck

biceps locking on flex as I whip out

for a second, but she was alive when I

*Well, thank fuck.*

on Bruno. "If you plan on bringing this one with us when we leave you

hands up and down his girlfriend's

glimpse of myself in the mirrored walls as the doors close and

I step onto the third floor and round the first corner, the blood that stretches across the carpet sends a lightning bolt of fear into my chest. "Holy shit," I hiss. *Somebody*

chin lifted, smug as a duck in the water. "Where's my prize you little fuck?" I take a few

that he's no longer disrespecting me, he doesn't answer and where I come from, it means

gone. They've already killed him. And I wasn't even

I draw my piece and shoot