Maid for the Mafia by Jaylee

Thief...

FRALEX**

By the t| made it to Mickey's house the only think that was there forto find was trouble. Someone's men

circled the gates asand mine rolled up on the street, and all | knew was that they weren't Mickey's. I'm

forced to shout at Drako to stop before we are within their line of sight.

"Fuck," Damien growled on my left.

"Son-of-a-bitch!" | shouted. *He did it. That bastard did it. He must have killed Romano or Angeletto or both. He

must have. Now he's lit a fuse for certain.*

"We still have Enzo in lock-up," Damien reminded me. "This isn't looking good. If they goes hunting for him at

your place too. You know what it will look like if they find him."

"Then this will look like sunsanctioned takeover. | know, | know, damn it, | know! Fucking Mickey!" | shouted,

"Cut left here Drako, take us to the restaurant. | have to find out what happened."

"What if she's in there, Alex?" Damien asked, his eyes slithering over the suspicious cars that were idling at

Mickey's gates.

They couldn't get in without being killed, that much I was sure of, but still.

"She's not," | reassured him. "Mickey's stupid, yes. But not dumb. He wouldn't have done anything like | believe

he has done unless he had her stashed somewhere safe."

Damien considered, then nodded. "Right. Which also means..."

| growled, "That | don't* know where he's taken her. Correct." *Please let Mickey have been smart enough to

dispose of the body properly.*

"Mickey is hot-tempered. He might have wanted to make a show of Romano's death," Damien remindedand

all I can do is groan.

"Fucking idiot," | snarled. "Let us just hope that Romany hasn't fucked his brains out and he's still able to use his

head." *I know how powerful that is weapon is between her legs and God help me, | seem to be the only one

with the ability to control myself.*

*0Okay, maybe not completely, but mostly.*

*Then what are you doing out here, Alex? Why not just wait for her to cback?*

*Because self, Mickey is a fucking thief. He stole twith my angel without my permission.*

*It has nothing to do with anything else. She's mine to decide for. By her own signature, shes mine.*

*I will decide who and when and what fucks her. Me. He's a thief... and she is in soooo much trouble.*

"I will punish her for this. So harshly. She wants to fuck everyone? Fine. That can be arranged. But it will be

arranged *by* me," | can't help the venomous words as they are spouted from my lips, I'm that fucking angry.

Damien tensed next toand I rolled my eyes.

"Don't say a goddamned thing," | warned him. "I know you're in love with the little slut."

"You fucked her, didn't you?" He asked, and the betrayal in his voice is hard to miss. "And I'm not talking about

that bullshit you pulled on her with Enzo, and Paul. With Antony." He glared at me. "You fucked her in your office

that morning when the cops showed up. Then again, after you dealt with Stella."

Ignoring the violence in his gaze, | didn't answer him. Simply gritted my teeth and gazed out the window at the

long line of traffic we were about to be stuck in once we breached the Eastside border. "Fuck | hate the city.

Drako, avoid the main streets. Back streets only! I refuse to be stuck in traffic like a sitting duck."

Damien wasn't deterred. "Son-of-a-bitch," he growled. "You did. *That's why we're here and *that's* what has you

so angry." He began to laugh, maniacal and humorless. "Sfriend you are. Poor Ruby."

"Poor *Ruby*?" | chortled. *Poor me! Ruby's cousin was not supposed to be as tempting a harlot as she is! It

should have been easy to keep my hands off of her.* "You just keep pretending that Ruby is what you are upset

about, when | *know* that's not what it is."

He lost his smile, sneering atin open disdain. "You're right. It's not. | wanted her. *Actually* wanted her. As a

person. Not as a plaything. But you couldn't even lethave that, could you?"

| flinched, the honesty in his tone barrelling into my gut. "Is it safe to assthat you don't want her now,

then?"

He smiled. "No. It's not. I'll have her in the end. My gis much longer than yours is, Alex. Because I'm willing

to do what you're not. We both know you'll never settle down with anyone you *actually* have feelings for."

| chuckled, "And *who* is it that | have feelings for? The only *feelings* that | have are locked inside my dick.

They don't travel any higher than that."

"Sure they don't," Damien taunted. "That must be why you want Enzo dead then. Because your *dick* hurts."

*0Oh my dick definitely hurts. Especially after my Angel kickedthere this afternoon. But she's going to pay for

that too. "Think what you want to, Damien. | could really care less," | said, coldly.

He didn't back down. "You're probably going to have to marry into one of the other families, now - what, with

everything that's happened. So, you can lie toif you want to, but | can see how much you're changing

already. Unlike you, | can make her my wife."

*Over my dead body.*

I shouldn't care. | don't. | won't.

At least, that's what | told myself as we crept up on *Bella Bambola* and as a team of Romano's thugs stepped

out of the restaurant and into their vehicles.

"Where's Romano?" Damien asked. "They're leaving without him? Why?"

"They don't look angry," | said, curiously.

"No," Damien conceded, "they don't."

"Maybe Mickey is smarter than | gave him credit for," | said.

*0Or maybe... the true fuckery was about to begin.*

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