Maid for the Mafia by Jaylee

Chapter 112

Is it tomorrow yet?

**ROMANY**

When I wake up I'm in Alex's bed with the covers pulled up to my chin. My body is nude, I can feel the soft drag of his sheets when I try and move my legs. But there is no one around me, although when I strain my ears to listen, I hear a familiar voice issuing threats from down the hallway.

*Mickey?*

*Mickey is here.*

I try to sit up, but my body protests. For some reason it feels like I've been sleeping for days, but that can't be right, can it?

*Oh my God! What if it is right? What if I somehow missed my meetup with Santos' men?*

"Shit!" I grumble as I straighten my back against the headboard of the four poster monstrosity that is Alex's pillar of rest. My breasts spill free of the covering and I'm glad to see that I was wrong, I'm not *completely* nude after all. Some kind soul took the liberty of dressing me in fresh underwear at least.

*But why?*

*Oh yeah. Dana.*

The memory of her face as she bled out flashes before my eyes and I resist the urge to smile. *Again.*

*Who the hell am I becoming?*

in my chest. He shakes his head helplessly. "Doll," he whispers, stumbling to a stop in the doorway. He was obviously wearing a suit when he got here, but he

he also looks undeniably

my body and I lean forward to rest my head on his shoulder while he takes a seat on the bed. "You've finally stopped shaking," he whispers into my hair. "Fuck. You had

tomorrow yet?" I ask him, as one hand strokes up and down my back

him, I ask, "How long

my lips. "A few hours. That's all." *Well,

nod, releasing a slow breath. *Good, not too late

vibrant green eyes muting.

then I work a little harder, blinking a few times as I struggle through the fog.

being alive... Damien carrying me to the

bathing me while I cried silently and shivered

me in my

doctor checking my vitals and speaking in a hushed tone while the

must

my eyebrows drawing together in worry. "He was shot! Where is he?

narrow, and one hand traces over my knuckles. "Why would you bruise your hands, doll? You didn't need to fight anyone." I

my palm in his. "Next time, order one of the maids to do it for

sound of my phone chirping with a text message stutters my breath.

his gaze assesses me.

have time

I repeat through clenched

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