Maid for the Mafia by Jaylee

Ask Her **ROMANY** This missing content is only available on Damien.

This missing content is only available on I couldn't believe his nerve. After I refused to talk about the marks on my shoulder and neck, he insisted that I at least tell Ruby. *That* madelaugh. No way was that gonna happen. Although I didn't tell him who they cfrom, *he knew.

Of course he did. That I refused to verbally confirm it for him was what really did him in. He was fuming pissed so I asked him to leave. Maybe I shouldn't have, because I really didn't want him to go. But I knew that if he somehow saw the bruises on my breasts too, he would know exactly how intimately Alex had touched me. And I wasn't ready for that.

In the end, Damien stormed out of here with murder in his eyes. Leavingto my thoughts.

*God. What if Alex tells him?* Shaking myself, I decided not to worry about that. For the first tsince arriving here, I couldn't wait to see Alex. The bastard.

After a quick shower, I sifted through my luggage until I found my ugliest, baggiest pair of pants and my most prim and proper long sleeved button up.

This missing content is only available on This missing content is only available on Walking into the dining room, I stopped short. There were more places set today. Instead of four, there were now six.

"What is your malfunction?" Stella's voice droned behind me. "And what on Earth are you wearing?" This missing content is only available on Her face roasted, turning so red it appeared to be pulsing. I took a seat in the middle of the table this time. Far, far, away from the scene of the crime. As I steadily began to load my plate with everything *but* sausage I heard her snarky laughter.

"How was your dinner last night?" she quipped, taking a seat in the schair she was in yesterday.

I stared at her. Working my face into a blank mask. *She knows about my dinner? Does she know the other stuff too?* "A pity you didn't drink that wine," she baited. "Poor Santos was so eager for you to taste it." *Santos?* Who is Santos? This missing content is only available on She grinned, staring down into her bowl of grapefruit as she said, "Oh no worries. He'll introduce himself to you soon enough." I chuckled, staring at a fat piece of bacon on my plate. "You had them lockout last night, didn't you?" Her dead brown eyes glinted happily as she said, "No. I personally took care of that part myself." This missing content is only available on I picked my bacon up and chucked it at her, smacking her hard enough in the face that it stuck for a full five seconds. She snarled, jumped up for a second to make a sufficient enough fuss.

"You really ought to eat something a little more substantial," I said sweetly. "Think of all the fists you'll attract with a few more curves on you." "Bitch," she hissed, dabbing her face with a napkin.

This missing content is only available on I glanced up, my fork freezing halfway to my mouth. *Who the hell is this guy?* He looked a bit like Alex. Sgreen eyes, sjawline, similar nose. But this guy had a much wider smile and his hair was more brown than black.

"Stop fucking around cousin, and eat." *Of course they are cousins. Because that's just what the world needs. More assholes like him.* My ears burned, as my gaze lifted, settling on him. The fucking weirdo.

Alex stood at the head of the table wearing a tight white shirt and a pair of white tennis shorts. I almost giggled. I'ver never found tennis shorts very manly. It is my belief that any and every man that wears shorts that high above the knee, looks ridiculous. I don't know... maybe it was how I was raised.

This missing content is only available on This missing content is only available on This missing content is only available on This missing content is only available on I continued to eat quietly, pretending to be oblivious to the fact that four out of the five people in this room were staring dead at me.

This missing content is only available on This missing content is only available on I nearly leapt out of my seat when I felt Damien's hands close over the back of my chair. But I played it off well, I think. I glanced at Alex... couldn't resist. The green of his eyes were dark with fire as they stared back at me. I fought the smile I gave him, I honestly did, but every now and then sunshine just bursts out ofand I have no control.

This missing content is only available on "Shut up, Mickey," Alex snapped.

This missing content is only available on This missing content is only available on **DAMIEN** "What happened between you two yesterday?" I asked, taking a seat in front of his desk so I didn't end up punching the wall.

Alex smirked, sliding behind his desk and lighting his cigar. He took am couple of good pulls before he released his smoke and said, "What did she *say* happened?" This missing content is only available on This missing content is only available on Alex laughed, a sick smile spreading across his lips. "How do you know *something* happened? Maybe nothing did."

*Stupid fuck.* "She's wearing your signature all over her fucking back. She tried to hide it from me, but I saw them the moment I walked into her room." His face soured, his brows drawing together angrily. "You walk into her room quite a bit it seems. Maybe too much." "Fuck you and that dumb bullshit. You know Ruby wants her untouched." Alex snorted, his face twisting into a sneer. "*Untouched*? By you? Or just me?" I clenched my teeth angrily. "You fucking *assaulted* her. You bit the fuck out of her back." This missing content is only available on My blood drained, and Alex smirked. "Bullshit," I hissed.

He laughed, grantinga wide smile. "Why don't you go ahead and ask her then? Ask her if she said no.

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