Maid for the Mafia by Jaylee

The Playroom

**ROMANY**

Dinner is interesting. For the very first time since arriving here, Simone has been invited to dine with us. Apparently this is her last night here. Tomorrow she'll be heading to Mickey's with Bruno. That fact is more than a little depressing, but in light of the fact that I intend to disappear tomorrow at midnight, maybe it's for the best. I know that I asked a favor of her and she promised me she'd do it, but I can't hold her to it anymore. I refuse to stand in the way of anyone's happiness. Besides, if I *do* end up *missing* I'm sure she'll hear about it. Even from two hours away.

She catches my eye and the two of us share a smile that is equal parts sadness and joy. She blows me a kiss and I blow her one back, but I ignore Bruno altogether because his face still makes me want to scrunch up my nose. *I know one thing, Pinch better treat her right.*

"Good to see you smiling again, doll," Mickey comments, his eyes glinting with relief.

Damien and Alex are both still in with the doctor, so I'm seated in Alex's chair, with Tiny to my left and Mickey to my right. According to Mickey, Alex needed x-rays and Damien is sleeping off whatever he was given during surgery. *And yes, the surgery was apparently performed somewhere in this house.*

Crazy fucking mobsters, I swear. It figures that Alex DeMarco would have an urgent care in his fucking basement.

*Just. Wow.*

*I wonder if I'll still get to see the mysterious Playroom tonight.*

Just that thought is enough to pull me back in time. To that day that I shared myself with both Tiny and Mickey. *Fuck, that was hot.* Biting my lip, my eyes wander over the pair of them. Two men, usually so in-sync, that suddenly seem much like strangers.

slicing into a healthy piece of deep fried duck

his mouth with a napkin then sits back with a smile. "Somebody *did*," he chirps with a grin and I notice Tiny

sorry," I say, reaching for Mickey's leg under the table and giving

stretching dark as he reaches down to secure my palm along the muscles of his thigh. I intake a shuddering breath as his thumb strokes across the back of my hand. "Nothing to be sorry about, doll. They were meant to die from the moment they met me." His eyes shoot across the table to Tiny's, glaring daggers at him. "The problem is one of them

seems to have evolved in an almost reckless defiance.

*only* reason Tiny is still *breathing* is because Mickey knows it would upset me if he hurt him. In

not test it

at Tiny. "He's your boss, isn't he?" I have to swallow back my laughter when every pair of eyes at

the most is the apologetic look Tiny sends Mickey's immediately after. "She's right. My bad Mick. In my defense, my

your motivations were.

reach under the table and stroke my opposite hand up Tiny's bulging adductor muscles just below his hip. "There's no need to talk down to him like that," I scold, with a slow bat

gaze falling all around my face just as I feel Tiny's hand close around my own

stretching wide. "Yes Boss,"

dinner. I can't let either of them turn me into Alex, no matter how badly I want to stroke my fingers deeper into their laps. I

them both for a moment. "It won't do for the two of you to be angry with one another. If that's the way it's going