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

the fuck is going on?* Simone begins crying in Bruno's arms and I resist the urge to roll my eyes

sob and hyperventilate, crumpling into a heap

her one more time and

knows better

little Miss Sunshine with a devastating smile. "Please,

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,

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

No. Fuck

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

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

*Well, thank fuck.*

that shit. I asked about Romany." Then my angry snarl is turned on Bruno. "If you plan on bringing this one with us when we leave you better make sure she learns how to answer questions in a timely manner

stroking his hands up and down

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

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

chest. He stands there, arms crossed, chin lifted, smug as a duck in the water. "Where's my prize you little fuck?" I take a few paces toward him, dragging the barrel of

me, he doesn't answer and where I come from, it means

him. And I wasn't even here

my piece and shoot the floor