Maid for the Mafia by Jaylee

I Need to Hear It

**ROMANY**

*He said keep your eyes closed, so you really should do it!*

*But what if he's hurt?*

*What if those gunshots were-*

The sound of the door unlatching on my right is so surprising that I let loose with a short scream.

"Doll?" Mickey's voice breaks through like sunshine splitting the black clouds of a storm.

"Mickey..." I whisper, relief settling my bones as I feel him climb back into the SUV and lock the door. "I heard gunshots," I say, opening my eyes, despite that he has yet to grant me permission.

My first sight of him is somewhat blurry, so I rub my eyes a little and blink a few times to focus. He's leaning back against the seat with his body angled in my direction and his legs spread wide enough for me to climb between. And *God* how I want to, but he's still wearing that look. The one that says he's closed himself off.

"Where are we?" I ask, taking a quick look out of the front and side windows to see nothing but green. We seem to be parked beneath a couple of beautifully groomed willow trees, with branches that fall like curtains all around us, and a gap for an opening at the rear of the vehicle. Beyond that though, I can see the pathway that curves toward Alex's back patio, and the man made hill that the pool is built against. "We're at the back of the estate. Where the Box is located," Mickey informs me, his face carefully blank. "Kale was overdue for a visit."

I almost smile at that. "The Box?" I remember vaguely hearing Mickey tell Tiny to place Enzo in the Box that day he tried to shoot me. "Where you were keeping Enzo?"

"That's right," Mickey says absently. "It's where we hold all the trash we collect until it's disposed of. No one that isn't intimately involved is ever allowed back here. The regular house staff are made to understand this immediately before being hired. They are warned *never* to even *accidentally* wander in this direction. Doing so is always considered a threat and is acted upon immediately by any man stationed on this side of the property. They already know what the consequences are."

"I was never *made* to understand *any* of that!" I quip sharply.

Mickey flashes a quick grin. "It was probably somewhere in that fucked up contract that you signed with Alex."

*never* made that part clear!" I complain, getting heated. "In fact, I almost expressly remember him telling me I

the box and been detained because of it, you would have become the exception to the rule." He loses his smile and his eyes

jerks in his direction. *Matthew? Is

seem to have regained some of their vibrance with that admission and the relaxed state of his muscles tells me that the tension he was carrying

beat, I say, "It was you at that restaurant that day. You're the

but there's a sudden sadness in his eyes that I don't rightly understand. "He'll never hurt another female

is gone and although I know I shouldn't, I feel cheated. "I wish I would have been allowed to see him one

away from the backseat when he does.

shrug. "I'm supposed to be the maid and I think

in the sexiest way

chew on my lip, lowering my gaze to the floorboard and his cleverly polished shoes. "There's

huffs a quick breath and I watch his fists tighten in his lap as he studies me. "Don't do this to me, Doll. You know how I

find him staring at me so intensely that fire starts to bloom in my chest. I've always been blown away by Mickey and his intensity. The weight of his gaze alone is no small thing. His is woeful and dark, the vibrant jungle green of his irises naught but a simple thread around the black abyss of their forbearing pupils. There aren't any lines around his eyes. No crow's feet, nor smile lines. He's perfect... and try as I might I cannot think of one

light for instance, then maybe waltzing directly into my path. I can pretty much guarantee that if

you have been the star of someone's fantasy for years, it is ultimately more magical to have a man like him - someone ruthless and powerful and so completely out of reach - swoop into your life and do what he has done for me since the very

room.

Protect. Consider. Romance. Even

how I

whisper, watching as his chest begins to rise and fall erratically. "How

knees and glare at the ground. His jaw is working overtime as he keeps his head hung in defeat. "I have to

what you've done. But I need to hear it and

up and his eyes fall over me so slowly I can almost feel their heat. When he speaks his voice sounds breathless and haunted,

of course not! But because he's been one hundred and fifty percent straight with me from the very fucking beginning. I never

always been all about me and just now... the sadness