Maid for the Mafia by Jaylee

Gorgeous, Greedy Doll

**MICKEY**

"Don't do what, Doll?" I ask her, knowing that I need to hear her say it, even if I already know what it is.

She's almost too beautiful, sitting there wrapped in my twelve hundred dollar coat as if its nothing more than a towel. The look in her eyes pierces right through me and I already know I've lost. Her tears are something I cannot ignore, no matter how much I know I should.

"Don't marry her," she whispers and that's it, I'm a lost now for sure. "Don't you dare leave me for her."

She's already said the words and her wish is my command. Always has been, always will be.

She knows I'm in love with her. She has yet to return the sentiment, but I'm not sure I'd believe it right at this moment anyway, so maybe that's a good thing. Really, all that's left for me to do is grab her.

"Fuck," I hiss, knowing that she just made our road that much harder, but not really giving a fuck. That was all I really needed, was her command. All this other shit, this *Alex* induced madness doesn't make a fuck to me, not really. But I can't deny the complete devastation I felt upon *hearing* her profess her love to my bastard of a cousin. "Come here, Doll," I growl, my eyes swallowing the sight of her as she moves toward me.

I can't marry that girl, now. Ana. In fact, I won't. Not when everything I've ever wanted is climbing onto my lap with tears of grief in her eyes. Tears that are begging me to stay right here with her forever.

is what I

*Her.*

I always have

every time my name leaves her lips the more determined I am to find a way

as she crawls forward and onto my legs. *My gorgeous,

an idiot, that she doesn't really want me the way that I want her. Even though I know that everything I've done and everything I have been planning to do has been with her in mind. She's *always* there at the forefront. I have wanted her to be mine from the moment

whispers as she straddles me, her forehead falling onto my shoulder and her lips closing

lose me,

*Jesus, that feels nice.*

globes of her ass as her weight falls over me. "Fuck Doll, you couldn't lose me if you tried and that's the fucked up ugly

I need your arms

meet Mario's eyes through the limo tinted glass. I nod toward him and he piles intot he driver seat,

anywhere until I say so," she grumbles into my ear and despite the hardship such an order will present for me, I know I'm helpless to do anything, but

of my slacks from the moment I saw her run out of the mansion in nothing but her skimpy little robe. Just the sight of her flying through the doors chasing after me was enough to put a permanent limp in my walk and the moment I realized it *was me* who drove her down those stairs, I was a goner. I played it well enough, but the truth is, I never could have left her standing there. Not in any world would I have been able to live with myself if I had disappeared without knowing *exactly* what she wished of me. "I want you in my suite. Just you and me. Is that