Maid for the Mafia by Jaylee

Chapter 135

Empress

**ALEX**

They had been fucking in there. I know it. My cousin has himself looking like some modern day knight in shining armor and me looking like the demon of every sin. And sure, maybe I am a demon, maybe I have done more than a few things that I regret. But who hasn't?

In this world I live in there is no other way to be, but cruel.

I almost can't believe Mickey sent Damien and Tiny to Santos' place, which is five hours south if you drive directly there. *My bodyguard for God's sake! What gives him the right?*

Well then again, Mickey never asks for the right to do anything and Damien definitely possesses his own mind, so who is to blame, really?

*Romany, that's who.*

*My fucking beautiful little maid.*

MY MAID.

*Did anyone else miss the possessive in that sentence?*

*I sure as fuck didn't.*

Mine.

But no. She can't seem to decide what or WHO she wants.

*"I love you Alex..."*

*Ha! What complete bullshit.*

exploded out of my bedroom doors to race after my goddamned cousin the way she had? And then leap into his car like some kind of runaway bride, just to charm him

she

me, she would have stayed right there in my arms, waited for the useless bastard to leave, and then flipped me over to fuck me into

for lying

mad enough to leave her swallowing the dirt clouds of his memory. But no, what

*Fucking pussy.*

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lying if I said that fact didn't sting a little bit more than it should. It did, it ripped a hole right through my chest. So much that I literally remained there and paced my sitting room, waiting for her to return. It didn't take long before I was

way she looked at me right before she left out of my head to save

Shit.

was finally making a choice and *I

pissed. Either way, I probably shouldn't

am the one who is suffering.

to

her phone. When the damn thing started blaring like a cage full of finches, I picked it up and nearly crushed it in the palm of my hand. Especially when notifications from Damien and Tiny and Tom and Dick and Harry started pounding through it. I'll admit, the moment I saw how active the device had become, I was curious enough to want to unlock it. However, I realized at that precise moment, that I had no idea when Romany's

knows what it

verbally apologize - saying that I was being locked out, but that's as far as I let

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