Maid for the Mafia

**ROMANY**

I wander out of the bathroom with my head still wrapped in a towel to find Alex is no longer in his bedroom. So, I head down the hallway toward the living room, my mood brightening when I see the silver dome trays that line his coffee table. *He did it. He ordered breakfast.*

I pitter patter into the room with a smile on my face, ready to do whatever it might take to soften the blow of my words from earlier, but what I see not only fucks with my appetite, it steals away my smile.

Alex is half dressed, slacks on, shirt off, and pants open. His head is tilted to the side, a bottle of whiskey in one hand and Dana's head in the other. Her tongue is out and her hands are splayed wide on his powerful thighs. He's only semi-erect, but I don't care - that's *my* fucking cock she's aiming for. I don't even think about what I'm doing as I charge over to them and grip her by the hair.

"What the fuck are you doing in here?" I snarl, throwing her back and away from him.

Dana tumbles backward, her sleek skirt riding up her skinny as fuck legs when she does. I stand in front of Alex with my arms crossed, glaring at her as she gathers herself and struggles to stand.

"Jesus Christ, bitch! You're in *here too*?"

"Looks like it," I snipe. "Get out."

"I thought you were with Damien!" she growls.

"He's not for you either," I say icily and I mean it, from the bottom of my heart I do.

Dana tips her chin up haughtily, eyeing me with her beady little crow-like eyes. I'm barely aware of Alex taking a seat in the barstool behind me, but I can hear the slosh of his liquor as he takes a disgustingly deep drink. "What kind of *maid* are you?" she gripes.

She almost gets me with that one...*almost.*

"High paid," I snap and I hear Alex chuckle behind me.

She glares at me, eyeing me up and down as if she can make me feel bad about my *extra* thick curves. *Haha! Fuck you bitch, you're still in a training bra.*

She spits, "Alex called me in here to bring him breakfast. I'll leave when he wants me to leave."

"He does," I snap. "Now, get out."

"Alex?" she calls out, a nasty little smirk on her face. "Do you want me to leave?"

My heart is pumping and it feels like a stampede of wild horses are tap dancing on my chest while I wait for him to say something. I already know that if he doesn't side with me, I've lost any connection with him that I might have had. He remains silent for so long that I can feel myself deflating and I start to step away, but he grabs the back of the robe, stopping me.

"You are dismissed, Dana," he says finally, his voice draped with amusement.

*The bastard. He made me wait for that on purpose.*

She gasps and I want to laugh, but I'm still too angry to smile, so I don't.

"What?" she snaps.

"Get out, Dana!" Alex says a bit louder. "I will not say it again."

"Fine," she hisses, glaring at me. "I can't wait to see Damien and tell him all about this and about you."

"Make sure to you offer him a blow job too, it's only fair," I say waspishly, not giving even one fuck that I'm just as bad or worse.

"Skank," she growls out.

"Lizard," I hiss.

She exits the room, slamming the door behind her and rattling the walls. *That bitch. Is she seriously going to become a permanent part of this household?*

The moment she's gone, I try to jerk away from Alex, but his hold on the back of the robe is tight. One good tug is all that it takes and the next thing you know, my back is sealed against his chest and his arms are locked around me, his powerful biceps flexed tight.

"I can't believe you," I hiss. "She's been here half a day and already you've-"

"I haven't fucked her," he murmurs with his lips against my ear.

"Yet," I quip, hating how jealous I'm feeling.

*Really? I have absolutely no room to talk.*

"You are jealous," he hums happily, and I can feel him stir against my back.

"Not jealous," I deny. "I could never be jealous of that cadaver."

*Am I jealous?* For some reason the thought of that skinny little cunt enjoying *Alex* drives me one step closer to the ledge than I ever planned to be. Just the memory of her with her hands on his thighs fills me with rage and I'm left wishing I'd yanked a little harder and snatched some of her hair out.

Alex chuckles and I feel his tongue swirl below my ear sending shivers across my body. He dips one hand into the front of the robe and grips my breasts hard enough to have me gasp. "If you are not jealous," he whispers, sucking my earlobe into his mouth. "Then what was that?"

"I'm not jealous," I insist again, trying not to moan when he bites my shoulder so gently I almost wonder if it's him. "Possessive...maybe," I admit. "But not jealous."

He stills against my back and I hear him suck in a quick sharp breath. "Possessive," he repeats quietly. "Of me...and...Damien?"

"Damien never sold me to anyone," I say matter-of-factly, pulling away.

Surprisingly, he lets me go. Although I'm a little disappointed by this, I have my eyes on the silver domes and get right to work making myself a plate. Heaps of sausages, bacon, eggs, fruit... All of it. I don't discriminate. The one thing I decided to love most about this place is the breakfasts.

Taking a seat on the couch, I begin to eat, all the while watching Alex as he stares into his bottle of whiskey, his dick hard as a steel rod and standing at attention. He takes a deep drink then says, "Do you have any idea *why* I drink? *Why* I have *been* drinking as much as I have?"

"No," I say grotesquely, behind a mouthful of food. "I assumed it was because you blame yourself for my cousins...capture."

Standing up with his pants still undone and his dick thrust out like a third arm, he laughs. "*Wrong.*" He takes another drink, making his way toward me on the couch. "It's the same reason I have been unable to sleep in my bed." "Oh?" I reply sarcastically. "Stella then."

His face sours with anger as he plops down next to me on the couch. "No fucking way. That traitorous bitch haunts no part of me."

Now that I've eaten - not that I'm done - I'm partially sated, I take a moment to really look at him. At the bags under his eyes and the tense set of his jaw. *And God, his wonderfully thick dick on full display.*

"I told everyone that it was because I messed up. That I could have sold you for more than I did," he snarls as if angry with himself still.

I nod, remembering the meeting that I listened in on. The one Damien *accidentally* called me for. "Sounds like you," I say.

His head snaps up and his emerald gaze sears into me. "A lie," he growls, then looks away. "That morning after we...we were interrupted, I felt different. *Weakened* somehow. And I know it was you. It was *because* of you." He shakes his head, takes a drink then laughs. "I didn't even want to do it. It angered me. But...I agreed to it anyway. And I have regretted it ever since." He chucks the bottle against the wall and I scream when it shatters.

I'm about to yell at him for scaring the *shit* out of me, but something in his eyes stops me. He's staring at me with such longing and adoration that for a moment I don't even know who he is. "Alex," I whisper, placing my plate on the table. "It's okay. I-I'm over it. I-"

"It is not okay," he hisses. "I haven't slept in my bed since that day you left it and I won't sleep there again until you come back." He shakes his head at himself as I work to absorb his words. "You should not worry about Dana. I would never fuck her. Not when you are all that I can see." He palms his dick, stroking it and drawing my eyes downward. "Will you ride me, angel? I want to know what it's like when you take control."