Maid for the Mafia

**ROMANY**

When Alex and I finally descended down the stairs and into the dining room, I wasn't surprised to find Dana already seated and sporting a resting bitch face. However, I *was* surprised when I attempted to sit down in my regular seat and Alex dragged me onto his lap.

"What are you doing, Alex?" I hissed nervously, my gaze wandering around the space apprehensively as I scanned the halls for Damien. "Let me go," I chuckled.

But he widened his thighs, dropping me down deeper between his legs so that I could feel the steel of his girth as it swiftly hardened beneath my ass. "No."

My neck nearly snapped as my face whipped in his direction and my lips nearly collided with his and I froze in shock. For the first time, it wasn't the heat in his bright green gaze that gave me pause, no. Instead, it was the almost boyishly giddy smirk that turned his lips and the absolute freedom that danced about his face.

"If I didn't know better," I whispered, suppressing a moan as his shaft pulsed beneath me and a barely perceptible groan of desire wandered past his lips, "I'd say you were in a good mood."

He scoffs. "Not yet, but I will be. Tonight I plan to introduce you to a new kind of pleasure, angel, and despite its utter depravity, something tells me you're going to love it."

"What are you trying to say? Are you confusing me with Stella or something?"

He loses his smile for a second, growling as I push his hands out from under my skirt. "No one could *ever* confuse you with Stella, angel. *Never.*"

"Yet, you liked her," I chuckle. "And you called *me* a frumpy school teacher."

Alex's hand ran stealthily around to the front of my ribs to trace beneath the heavy weight of one boob and I fought a moan.

You pleasured her right here in this room. At this table!" I snap playfully, even though I can see that he is not amused. "I vowed that day that I would never let you use your left hand to-"

"*Jesus Christ!"* Dana suddenly snaps, and I glare at her waspishly. "Please stop it! You are so gross!" She scowled at me, taking a neat little nibble of her sandwich before shooting daggers from her eyes. They were beady and narrow and reminded me of a watchful crow. In fact, her beak does too.

"Never More," I comment absently.

"What?" she snarls, rolling her eyes and not making the connection. "Just....please....tone it down. Some of us like to eat things *other than dick."*

Alex *almost* laughs at that, but I press down just right with my butt bone and he ends up groaning instead. "From what I hear, you weren't really enjoying your breakfast anyway, so maybe it's better that I came along and took over." "Excuse me?" She seethes, her eyes flickering toward Alex for a long stuttering moment. "You're unbelievable, DeMarco."

Alex doesn't respond, in fact, I don't even think he's listening to her at all. I*know* he isn't listening to *me* and I glare at him when I feel his hand slide into my panties from behind and his fingers stroke across my slit. My back snaps straight like it's just been touched with a live wire, and despite my less than pleasant memories of Stella and his left hand, I can't deny the sudden desire that ricochets through me and the heat that seeps from my core as he sinks two fingers between my folds.

"I'm sorry Dana," I manage to reply, noting the heady thickness drenching my voice. "I thought you liked talking shop during mealtimes."

Alex snickers beneath me, and then I feel his hand that has snaked around back and found its way up under my shirt. His strong, attentive fingers stroke across my flesh greedily. *Jesus, he has no shame.*

"Stop it," I whisper, enjoying the new found power I seem to have over him, over *Alex fucking DeMarco.* I turn my face right then, laughing with him as I deliver another punishing blow to his dick with my glutes. But of course, that's when danger itself enters the room.

At first I'm not even sure it's Damien standing there. I don't recognize him right away, because he's not wearing his uniform. Instead, he's looking absolutely devastating in a tight fitted white shirt that causes a singe in my panties and a moan to lodge in my throat. But once I make the connection a scream lodges in my throat and for whatever reason, I can't seem to shake it free.

I try to shake my head, but find my neck tense and paralyzed. When I see the absolute fury in Damien's eyes and I realize that they are aimed at me, I feel something break.

For a brief, tiny second I can see the sadness in his eyes....the disappointment. My heart stutters and I want nothing more than to tell him about our plans for tonight and then dive into his arms, but that's when his eyes change. The deep dark cobalt of his luxurious blue eyes is replaced with black pits of rage that I've only ever seen him wear once. And *that* was last night. It is the very same expression that he wore when his attention was trained on Antony.

*Now*...those murderous eyes are centered on me and for a cold, breathless moment, I *actually* believe it's *me* he wants to hurt. But - just like the snap of a finger, the feeling is gone and in its place is the absolute certainty that he would die before harming me.

Because Damien is in love with me and Alex must know it.

Suddenly, I don't feel as special as I did before. Suddenly, I feel more like a trophy and less like a prize.

*Did Alex engineer all this just to piss Damien off?*

It's highly possible. In fact, not only is it possible, but it's more than likely.

*Shit. Then Alex deserves what he gets.*

Damien's gaze stays with mine until he makes it all the way up to the table and stops just behind me. Then, in a flash of movement that knocks me out of my seat and the wind from my sails, he shifts his focus to Alex and my rear hits the plush rug beneath the China cabinet.

I can't do much more than blink from my position on the floor, but Dana is screaming when Damien's fist goes ripping across the space, dislocating Alex's jaw with a deafening crack and then knocking into back into place with another hit before his head has even returned from its swivel.

*Oh my God.* He's going to kill him.

*He has to be stopped!*

"Stop it, Baby, what are you doing?" shrieks Dana, and despite the violent assault taking place right in front of me, she is suddenly the only thing I see. My gaze narrows on her. "It was only one time, baby! I swear! Last night when I first got here! It won't ever happen again!"

*Is this bitch for real?*

*That's quite a mouthful to spit out in the heat of a moment like this and I can't help but think she did it on purpose.*

"You know what?" I say, barely registering that Alex has finally found his feet and that he and Damien are now tearing through the grand hall like a couple of school children.

Dana uncovers her boo hoo mouth and her withering crow eyes slide my way. "What is it, Normany?"

*Normany? Hmmm...I kinda like that.* With a grin, I push up from the ground and twist my hair into a couple of well rounded knots, then I step her way. I look deep into the hollow mediocrity of her gaze and say, "He's not your baby bitch." And then...I swing.