Maid for the Mafia by Jaylee

My House

**ROMANY**

After a long shower in Damien's suite, I realized I was late for dinner and threw on a luxuriously soft black sweatsuit that Alex had gifted me and my only pair of running shoes. Mickey had texted me saying they wouldn't be back until after midnight and while my heart lurched at that information, it was probably for the best.

Apparently Midtown is a three hour drive from here and while they raced at speeds I couldn't even fathom to arrive there at six instead of seven, they had some things to settle and wouldn't be leaving until well after ten o'clock. Mickey claimed that he and Alex were planning to surprise me with something along the lines of a *new* contract. What that could be, I had no idea, but it wasn't as if it would matter anyway. At least, not until I returned here. *If* I returned here.

Oddly enough, there hadn't been any messages from Santos. Only from Tiny and Damien apologizing for leaving while I was still sleeping and promising me everything from orgasms to pedicures to make up for it.

*Fuck.*

I was really *in it* for these men. I loved each of them in different ways. The longer I thought about it, the harder it was for me to foresee a future where I gave my heart to only one of them. At the same time... I didn't see myself giving it to anyone else *but* them. All of them...

I mean, is that even a thing? Does that happen *anywhere* in the world? I know people explore all types of sexual relationships, I'm not a *complete* fool, but does anyone ever share themself long term?

Just the thought of giving up the right to ride Tiny's dragon makes my pussy ache with remorse. His easygoing nature and odd shyness leaves me feeling empty at the thought of breaking his heart. I adore him and he doesn't have a jealous bone in his body so I'm sure he's right there with me in everything I do.

Then there is Damien. My Dreamboat. My jealous, ravenous, bodyguard. With a body too beautiful to ever forget the feel of, and a heart entirely devoted to owning my soul. Nope. Don't want to lose him either.

And Mickey... shit. No way. I've never met anyone so desperate to make any dream I might have come true. He's proven time and again that he prioritizes me over everything and anything. Even placing himself in *danger* just to vindicate the shadows of my past. How many people can say they have a warrior willing to destroy the demons that have been and will be? A man willing to accept you in any capacity you wish to give yourself? I doubt very many...

of unrepentant asshole that drives a woman to her knees. Shit. Maybe I

to go to church every time we

Not having it? Grrr. I'll light a candle?

dark purple love bites that Mickey left on my neck, and then promptly exiting Damien's suite. Heading down to the dining room, I take the stairs. I need to text Simone and

share a heartfelt **see you

of the dining room with my nose in the air like a goddamned bloodhound as the

and then freezing

fuck is

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and little rosette mouth sits at the far end of the table. Her eyes are dark black like a crow's, and slightly familiar, but the thick lashes that shade them mean the difference between sweet and sinister when it comes to her gaze. Coiffed hair, thick as chicken wire and the deep, dark shade of mahogany brown sits above her rounded shoulders. Her face is pale, her make-up sparse. She's a tad on the heavy side but not at all unattractively so. But *she is* looking around as if she's waiting for a SWAT team to burst through the doors at any given minute

This is Ana.

Ana Romano.

father swirl through my head and for the first time I wish I'd called down to have the kitchens bring my food upstairs. I don't imagine I'll have very much in common with this

surprised to find that out, but when we did, we put that porker in his place. You won't ever have to

standing there, her face turns so red I think she

stalking toward her side

then she says in the softest voice that I've ever