Maid for the Mafia by Jaylee

Chapter 130

Eyes Closed

**ROMANY**

*Oh my God... will I ever learn???*

*How am I this dumb?*

*This is why Ruby never wanted me here.*

*She knew what I didn't. That these men would find a way to break me.*

*They used me. All of them.*

*Maybe not in the same way, but it is what it is.*

The truth of It hits me with the force of a freight train when I realize it, and suddenly I want midnight to come and go so badly that I can hardly stand it. I need to be a ghost. Just a shadow of someone who *once* had a presence here, because I've never been so ashamed in my life.

*Is that why Mickey was able to walk away after seeing me kiss Matthew that night? Because sure, he wanted me, but not in the way that matters. Not in the way that costs.*

guttural sob escapes before I can stop it, and I turn away before it

I hear him growl out.

snake past me to make sure the back door shut. A moment later, the lock is heard slamming

Mickey snarls in the direction of

I really should

driver, not as a fucking cuckoo clock. I don't neet a fucking weather alert from you about what conditions we might face, either. YOU? Your job is to do what I say when I *feel* like saying it. Other than that, your job is to shut the fuck up. Now... drive us around back.

To the

gate that I will travel

again. There's an intense pounding behind my eyes and I whimper, keeping them closed tight and not wanting to release the burn of my tears. Mickey's hard body crowds in behind mine, his warmth nearly coaxing the sobs right from my chest. I can feel him so close, right up against my back. Wet heat streaks my cheeks, tears forcing their way from under my lids and down over

Mickey whispers, his lips on my ear. "No... baby, please don't

me that, and fool that I am... *I really, really like

one hand, preparing to open my eyes, but Mickey

him press me back against his arm. A shudder passes over his body and I hear him dispel a slow breath. It's warm and close and I know without looking

Kale," Mickey commands. "Park beneath that

onto a softer patch of road, or maybe grass. Mickey's warm palm glides over my thigh, stopping just under the hem of my robe at the same moment the SUV parks. "Good,"

and although I'm tempted to open my eyes, especially when I hear Kale exit and the driver's door shut,

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