Maid for the Mafia

**DAMIEN**

*Control yourself! Control yourself! Pushing this will only make him come after her harder!*

I paced in my room, one floor below where Romany was presently scrubbing bits and pieces of the traitor Father Mateas off of the hardwood floor. After Alex and I showed her what to use, he insisted that we leave her to it. I didn't want to, but I knew that if I didn't go, he would make her suffer.

And now he was sending me out to pick up his fucking cousin from the airport just so that he could have her alone. I was sure of it.

Whatever. I made Ruby a promise and I intended to keep it. Well... most of it at least. Because the truth was, *I was going* to have her. My being assigned to watch over her would only help me do so in the end.

When I agreed to keep the wolves off the lamb, I didn't really see it as much of a challenge at first, because - shit - this was *Ruby's* cousin we were talking about. And while, sure, Ruby's hot in that sleek *I'm a badass bike riding killer* type of way... if you take away the bike, the gun, and the attitude, all you've got left is a skinny faux redhead with amazing eyes. Ruby described her cousin as sweet and innocent and what *I heard* was *tall and boring*. I figured that Ruby probably saw her cousin as an uncorrupted version of herself and somehow she wanted to protect that. I thought that her claims of Romany's beauty were more biased than they were factual. Not really my idea of an *SOS*. In a way, I found it almost funny that she was so stressed out about it. I remember thinking... *Come on, how hot can she really be?* I mean, yeah, Alex's tastes are borderline taboo, and an innocent girl fits right in with his pleasure house, but he *does* possess an exceptional amount of self-control. So I knew the girl would have to be way more enticing than a sweet Ruby lookalike. I was sure Romany wouldn't be much more than exceptionally pretty at best. But... I stand corrected.

Ruby was and is completely and totally justified in her thinking. Because Romany is a fucking smoke show. She is banging with curves in every single place you might want them. And that *hair!* Oh my God. *Fuck.* Did I just groan? Probably.

That moment in her suite when she took down her hair and it tumbled toward her ass, I wanted to walk up and wrap it around my fist, then spin her around, and fuck her raw right in front of that mirror.

So yeah, Romany was in danger for sure, because I could protect her from the others, certainly. But who was going to protect her from me?

**ROMANY**

*Finally!* I huffed, falling forward to rest my forehead on the now spotless wood flooring. My arms burned from all the scrubbing I did. I was sweating profusely, my hair was a tangled mess, and I probably smelled like death. *Five thousand a week, five thousand a week, five thousand a week.*

This job, this type of *position*, was not the kind of domestic career that one ever imagined even existed.

*I just cleaned up a crime scene. Hoy fuck.*

So what did that mean exactly? *Am I a criminal now?* Yeah. Probably.

I was still resting my head on the cold floor, still on my knees with my ass up in the air when I heard him come in. Alex.

His cold dark voice sounded from directly behind me and I froze. "Great job. Everything in here is looking... perfect."

Something in the way he said it told me he was not talking about the room and I scrambled up as fast as I could. Me on my knees in that tiny little skirt, all sweaty and panting when the boss comes in, could have been the opening scene to a porn flick.

I turned around only to take a frightened step back and into the wall. He was much closer than I expected him to be.

"Can I go now?" I asked.

"Not quite," he said coldly. His eyes were dark again, studying me in that way he did when I first met him at his club. "You remember the rules, don't you?"

I nodded, "I think so. Yes."

"So then tell me," he smirked, taking three steps forward and stopping not more than five inches from where I leaned against the wall. "What were you doing in here?"

*What? Is he testing me now?*

"I was scrubbing the floor," I said, with a roll of my eyes.

"Why were you scrubbing?"

I glared at him. *Really?* "Because it's my job," I spat through clenched teeth.

He chuckled, his eyes falling over my face slowly before dropping point blank toward my chest. "You know... when you're as sweaty as you are now, I can see your nipples through the front of your dress." He smirked. "Dark and glorious and just a thread below the top."

I glowered at him, fighting the urge to look down and see for myself. I didn't think the fabric was thin enough for that, but I could have been wrong. I knew the damn thing was tight though and at the very least, it *was* possible. Maybe he was baiting me, maybe he wasn't.

"Hmm," he murmured, reaching his hand out to play with the straps on my shoulders. I tried not to flinch at his touch, but I couldn't help it. I didn't want that hand venturing up toward my throat again. He definitely noticed, because the next thing I knew he had grabbed me by both of my shoulders and flipped me around.

"What are you doing?" I hissed, telling myself not to struggle against him because I knew it wouldn't help. He was much bigger than I was and much stronger. So, I remained with my chest pressed into the wall as I tried to look as unaffected as I wanted to be. Fear would only spur him on.

He chuckled and I felt his hands slide heavily down from my shoulders to my back and then stroke down to my waist. Molding to the shape of me as if he were tracing my silhouette. When he reached the top of my hips he stopped, grasping them between his hands so tightly that I gasped. "It was a very tricky thing you did when I first met you. Wearing those horribly baggy pants and that disgusting blouse. I had no idea how *well* you would fill out this dress when I first met you. No idea how... distracting you might be."

"I wasn't trying to trick you," I snapped, grabbing his forearms with my hands and trying to free myself of his hold. *Good lord they are thick.* It was no use. His grip was solid. "I didn't even want to meet you!"

Watching his face out of the corner of my eye when I said it, I knew that I'd angered him. His eyebrows drew together and he snatched both of my wrists in his hands, pinning them to the wall on either side of me. Now I was struggling. "You know, I could take you here, just like this. I wouldn't even have to lift your skirt to get inside you."

"Where's Damien?" I asked.

*Whoops. Wrong thing to say.*