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?*

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 must have shed the jacket and

also looks

me from him as he leaps forward and gathers me in his arms. His scent envelops my body and I lean forward to rest my head on

tomorrow yet?" I ask him, as one hand strokes up

at him, I ask, "How

his eyes on my lips. "A few

releasing a slow breath. *Good, not too late then.* "Why am I in

normally vibrant green eyes muting. "What is

Strolling through the hallway of my memories, Dana's shocked face emerges, then I work a little harder, blinking a few times as I struggle through the fog. Bits and pieces beyond the

Damien carrying

Damien bathing me while I cried silently and shivered in the warm

dressing me

my vitals and speaking in a hushed tone while

that, I must have passed

eyebrows drawing together in worry. "He was shot! Where is he? Is hel still

stitched up as we speak. Alex is being treated too." Mickey's eyes narrow, and one hand traces 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

his forearms flexing as he squeezes my palm in his. "Next time, order one of the maids to do it for

moment doesn't last. The sound of my phone chirping with a text message

tilts back as his gaze assesses me. "Why?

time for this

my phone?" I

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