Maid for the Mafia by Jaylee

I Wish Too

**ROMANY**

Swallowing the rock that had lodged in my throat, I snatch my phone from the edge of the bed and attempt to look detached, but the way that Mickey is watching me is winding a coil of unease through my body.

I heard him when he said that he knew I had secrets and I remember my accidental avowal as to my knowledge of Santos spies. He didn't press me at the time, but to be fair, I was practically riding his cock at the time, so why would he?

Now though... he looks like he might have a few things to say.

"Is Damien's room unlocked?" I go for a swift change of subject, not wanting to give Mickey any extra time to contemplate interrogating me.

"Damien's room," he retorts, his breath hitching as if he's been insulted.

I roll my eyes, closing my robe and *his* jacket (now *my jacket* by the way, because I fully intend to keep it) around myself before daintily crawling over the end of his bed onto the floor. "All of my things are in his suite. He put them there. Not me. So, yeah, is Damien's room unlocked?"

Mickey grants me a half chuckle, his jewellike eyes sparkling down at me. "Probably. And if it's not, I'll have someone unlock it for you."

I say, pausing minutely as I stride past him to kiss his bare

away, he snatches my wrist, yanking me against his naked body to study my face. "I wish you trusted me enough to tell me everything, Doll. There is nothing I wouldn't forgive of you.

*am* a little scared of what he might know. Then I meet his eyes and what I see there is more than reassuring. It is comfort and love and adoration... protection... everything I could ever want without even a hint of maliciousness or doubt. I smile up at him, batting away the tears that suddenly burn to be set free. He would burn this world to the ground before he'd ever lay a finger on me in violence, I know it. "I *wish too,* but what I wish is for *you* to trust *me.* Sometimes things aren't so simple." Drawing in a deep

I'm concerned. Not for me. But like I told you before, Doll, I'd give you anything. You want a twelve man harem? Just say so. I'll fill my house with as many as you

manor glowing in the back of my mind. I remember it perfectly. The open stretch of balcony, the winding staircase that led down to the pool... the way it felt so much more like home than this

"*My* house. It could be your house too, Doll. I..." He trails off, biting down on whatever it was he was about to offer me, although I don't know

say *twelve

most sensual smile while eyeing me up from top to bottom. "I did. I'd have to approve of them of course. Couldn't let anyone out dick me but... sure. Twelve. If that's

whole lotta testosterone," I complain. "I don't think I'm *that* damn greedy. Nah," I whisper softly. "I'm pretty happy with what we've got going now. As far as *numbers* go anyway. My dance card is full." He laughs, relief filling his eyes.

eyes turning serious. "After you give me

he stares down at me and I feel a thump in my chest as

don't think I've ever seen Mickey anything

him dress and ignoring my phone as it begins

the moment, until he is fully dressed. Then he saunters toward me, his eyes dancing about my face in wonder, hope firing to life in his eyes. "No, Doll.