Maid for the Mafia

**DAMIEN**

Stepping back out of my newly structured closet to admire my handiwork, my lips twist into a naughty grin and I allow myself to get excited for lunch. *She's going to be so pissed, but in the end it will be totally worth it.*

Romany wasn't at breakfast, and coincidentally, neither was I. I watched the dining room live feed from right here in my room. On the edge of panic the entire time, as I waited for my sweet girl to arrive. I didn't want to get caught in whatever web Dana would certainly try to weave around me *unless* my jealous midget Barbie actually showed up. I know from experience, shaking Dana off of my leg can be an all day kind of jam and I didn't feel like dancing to that tune. Nope...instead I simply waited, telling myself the moment Romany showed her face I would hightail it downstairs to intervene.

I had planned to be there, of course. *Hoped and ached* to be *really* but I also knew that Romany *might* go out of her way to avoid me this morning. Especially after my little attempt at a clit tease backfired in the most awful of ways, but I had yet to even *see* Dana at all. And the one thing I was *sure of*, was that *she* would most *definitely* be in attendance at breakfast, which she was. I *also* knew that there was no way in hell I could allow the pair of them to sit at the table together without me as a buffer. Or a referee. Or a rumor monitor. Or whatever it was that sat in between two catty females with sparkling claws.

The way Romany had reacted this morning surprised the fuck out of me. I mean sure, *maybe* it was a dick move on my part, trying to force her awake so that I could lay into her luscious body. Maybe I didn't use the right tactic, maybe it might have even been a little pervy.

But what I said wasn't in any way true! I would never, ever, ever, in a million years and a thousand suns - think that Dana could ever be a stand in for my gorgeous little siren. I mean...honestly? Who would?

But I also didn't believe she would react as violently as she had.

She fucking slapped me. *ME!?* Her Dreamboat - or so she likes to call me.

I snicker to myself, a tingling heat lighting across my face when I remember the very first time she revealed her nickname for me.

As stupidly sappy as it might make me sound - I fucking love her name for me. It actually makes me feel like I am at the head of the pack instead of last in line like I technically *was*.

With a smirk, I take one final look in the mirror then turn toward the door. Leaving my room in its new transitional form as I head for my baby.

She probably hid out with Simone this morning to enjoy her breakfast while the pair of them verbally sliced me to ribbons. The thought actually has me smiling as I picture her face. How angry she might have looked.

Was she jealous? Nah. I don't think she was. I mean even a limp dick asshole that only got hard for little Dana like elves, would be able to see the two could not be compared.

That would be like offering someone a choice between ten dollar sparkling cider and a flute of Armand De Brignac. They were worlds apart. Both in class and womanhood.

It wasn't that Dana was unattractive. Not at all. She was pretty and petite. Cute in her own sort of way. She might even be the perfect match for some guy out there somewhere, but...not one like me. And it was guys like me and Alex...men like Mickey and Tiny that the world of women always seemed to flock toward. No matter what their hang ups might be.

Despite that the countless females of the universe were always complaining about the lack of chivalry in today's modern dating pool - each and every one of them tended to drop to their knees in worship the very moment a bad guy showed up and showed them even a modicum of attention. Suddenly all thoughts of knights in shining armor and heroes slaying dragons were gone, leaving in their wake - visceral, aggressive, *selfish* men that cared more about their money than their morals. Men that were used to doing things *without* consideration for others. Men that women *loved* to be claimed by. They lived for it. Breathed for it. All over the world villains were feared and untrusted. Considered heartless for creating chaos unapologetically as opposed to the good guys way of *pretending* to have control.

And each and every one of these men had one very important thing in common.

None of them ever wanted for pussy.

As I step out into the hall toward the service elevators I have to work to conceal my grin. Today I'm dressed a little differently. Instead of wearing my usual, stoic, black uniform, I'm wearing a tightly fitted white shirt that stretches across me like a second skin, and a pair of fashionably ripped blue jeans. The shirt is short sleeved with a widened vee neck, leaving most of my best attributes on display. Why? Because I know now much my lady likes my tattooed muscles and I *also* know that while she still may be mad at me - there is no way on God's good earth she'll be able to keep her hands off me when I'm dressed like this. Especially when Dana's eyes bulge out and her tongue lolls from her mouth. She might even sit on my lap just to keep the bitch from humping my leg.

My thoughts put more than a little spring in my step as I step into the grand hall and catch my first glimpse of her twinkling turquoise eyes and wild mane of lustrous black and silver curls.

But then I step a little closer and all of my little lap lunch fantasies burn to a crisp, dying a swift and massively punishing death as anger rises into my throat and my fists clench sides. She's lapping it alright, just not with me.

For a moment, I almost can't believe what it is that I am seeing.

It can't be.

it just fucking can't be....

He never does this. He would never! It's just not in his DNA. At least...it wasn't.

But today...I guess it is. And I'm so fucking shocked that for a moment it feels like I'm reeling through the air. Like a giant eighteen wheeler just launched me toward Never Never Land as an orphan without a friend in the whole goddamned world.

*No. No fucking way.*

I tear into the room like an angry pitbull, completely unable to control my fury or control my *face* as my gaze lands on the man Romany is currently seated across.

The one man who would rather die than smile.

The man that I would take a bullet for. That I would die for.

The man that I suddenly want to kill so fucking badly that my fingers twitch with anticipation.

Before I even realize what it is that I am doing, I rip her off of his lap, and onto the ground. Then I launch my goddamned fist into Alex's face. Smiling when I hear the sound of his jaw cracking like walnut shell as his blood sprays from his mouth like a fountain.