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?*

to a stop in the doorway. He was obviously wearing a suit when he got here, but he must have shed the jacket and run his hands through his hair a thousand and one times. He looks like he's coming off a bender with his sleeves rolled up and the top three buttons of his shirt

also looks

His scent envelops my body and I lean forward to

as one hand strokes up and

look at him, I ask,

on my lips. "A few hours. That's

*Good, not too

vibrant green eyes muting. "What is

I work a little harder, blinking a

being alive... Damien carrying me to the

me while I cried silently and shivered in the warm water of the

me in my

vitals and speaking in a hushed tone while the three of them looked

must have passed

I ask, my eyebrows drawing together in worry. "He was shot! Where is

over my knuckles. "Why would you bruise your hands, doll? You didn't need to fight anyone." I snicker, the memory of punching Dana in the face tickling my lips. "That bitch

squeezes my palm in his. "Next time, order one

doesn't last. The sound of my phone chirping with

back as his gaze assesses

don't have time

my phone?" I

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