Maid for the Mafia by Jaylee

Chapter 124

They have a contract...

**ROMANY**

My chest thumped, my heart skipping a beat and threatening to crack in two as I stare up into Alex's hazy green eyes. "What?" I choke out.

Alex's arms tighten on either side of me and he tips his head to the side to look over his shoulder. "Get out, cousin." *Cousin?! Cousin! Oh my God! Mickey!*

Peeking around Alex's wide shoulders, I push up just enough to see past his muscular frame. Sure enough, standing in the doorway is Mickey. Fully dressed and wearing a solid black impeccably pressed Italian suit, he looks devastating. And...angry.

"Mickey," I whisper, and our gazes clash.

His normally vibrant green eyes appear dull and lifeless when he looks at me. As if their usual spark has suddenly been snuffed out. The wide, teasing smile that I've grown accustomed to seeing from him is completely absent as he purses his lips and says, "It was unlocked."

"Have you forgotten how to knock, then?" Alex snaps, turning back to me with the strangest light in his eyes.

*He thinks this is funny. This is amusing to him.*

"How long have you been standing there?" I can't help but ask, shoving Alex off of me and tying my robe closed as I sit up.

Mickey stares at me for a long, quiet moment before he smiles ever so slightly and replies, "Long enough." There is something about the way he looks at me just then, the tiny crinkle next to his eyes, the half snarl to his upper lip - he's disappointed and I have a feeling it's because he heard something that he wasn't meant to. Something that *I* said. Something that Alex *told me* to say.

*Shit.*

over at Alex as he fixes his pants, buckling them with a satisfied smirk on his face, I realize

like that bullshit in the dining room

at the club," Mickey says, looking away from me to Alex. "If you need me, I'll be at my

states coldly, tipping his chin upward and flashing Mickey a

keeping his face disturbingly blank as he closes Alex's door. The moment he does, I glare at Alex, watching as the bastard stands and saunters over to his bar. He proceeds to pull out a fresh bottle of whiskey and fill

he was standing there," I accuse,

he admits, after taking a

I hiss angrily. "You *wanted* him to hear me say that to

mouthful of whiskey, pours a little more, takes another sip. He smiles into his glass. "What's the matter, angel? Is it a lie or is it

in front of the couch as I try to decide what

or not?" Alex asks blandly, watching

Alex cursing at me from inside his rooms as I

no time to waste, I spin back around and haul ass toward the stairs, ignoring the warning bells in my head that are telling me that there's no way I'm going to make it. I clamber down the steps two at a time, not really difficult being as I'm barefoot, but as I run the front of my robe flaps open, exposing most of my nude body to each and every soul I pass on the way down. Finally, I hit the first floor and without stopping for breath, race toward the front doors. The damn thing is wide open and the moment I step outside I'm blinded by the bright of the midday sun and I can't see a fucking thing, but I can hear it. The unmistakable sound of a vehicle as it roars away. Shielding my eyes with my hands, I gaze down the driveway and spot the back of Mickey's black SUV as

my arms around myself, finally allowing myself to catch my breath as I stand there like the half naked idiot that

us before tonight. I had questions I wanted to ask him. Things that

text Mickey to get him to come back, the chances of me getting ahold of him *before* he gets on that plane for the city are pretty slim. "Fuck!" I curse, turning around and

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