Maid for the Mafia

**MICKEY**

"Don't do what, Doll?" I ask her, knowing that I need to hear her say it, even if I already know what it is.

She's almost too beautiful, sitting there wrapped in my twelve hundred dollar coat as if its nothing more than a towel. The look in her eyes pierces right through me and I already know I've lost. Her tears are something I cannot ignore, no matter how much I know I should.

"Don't marry her," she whispers and that's it, I'm a lost now for sure. "Don't you dare leave me for her."

She's already said the words and her wish is my command. Always has been, always will be.

She knows I'm in love with her. She has yet to return the sentiment, but I'm not sure I'd believe it right at this moment anyway, so maybe that's a good thing. Really, all that's left for me to do is grab her.

"Fuck," I hiss, knowing that she just made our road that much harder, but not really giving a fuck. That was all I really needed, was her command. All this other shit, this *Alex* induced madness doesn't make a fuck to me, not really. But I can't deny the complete devastation I felt upon *hearing* her profess her love to my bastard of a cousin. "Come here, Doll," I growl, my eyes swallowing the sight of her as she moves toward me.

I can't marry that girl, now. Ana. In fact, I won't. Not when everything I've ever wanted is climbing onto my lap with tears of grief in her eyes. Tears that are begging me to stay right here with her forever.

*This is what I want.*

*Her.*

*She is what I always have wanted.*

"Mickey," she whimpers again and I swear to God every time my name leaves her lips the more determined I am to find a way out of this mess we've created.

"Baby," I hiss, as she crawls forward and onto my legs. *My gorgeous, greedy doll. She will have everything she's every wanted. I swear it.*

I have been fighting to keep my hands to myself for the past hour. The entire time she's been sitting here next to me, I have been telling myself not to be an idiot, that she doesn't really want me the way that I want her. Even though I know that everything I've done and everything I have been planning to do has been with her in mind. She's *always* there at the forefront. I have wanted her to be mine from the moment I laid eyes on her and I don't think I will stop until she is. Wholly and completely. *Mine.*

"I need you," she whispers as she straddles me, her forehead falling onto my shoulder and her lips closing over the side of my throat. "I can't lose you."noveldrama

*You can't lose me, baby.*

*Jesus, that feels nice.*

"I know," I groan, my hands diving inside of my coat to grasp the perfect globes of her ass as her weight falls over me. "Fuck Doll, you couldn't lose me if you tried and that's the fucked up ugly truth. I'm a slave to you, baby, you know that."

"Hold me, Mickey. I need your arms around me, please."

So I give them to her, of course I do, rocking her gently even as I meet Mario's eyes through the limo tinted glass. I nod toward him and he piles intot he driver seat, taking Kale's place as I asked him to earlier. The sound of the engine starting has Romany clutching me more tightly, against her and her teeth biting down on my neck.

"You're not going anywhere until I say so," she grumbles into my ear and despite the hardship such an order will present for me, I know I'm helpless to do anything, but obey her now.

"Understood, Doll. I know," I say into her hair. My lips drag along the shell of her ear until I can whisper, "I'm not gonna fuck you in the back of this car, but I *am* gonna fuck you." Rolling my hips up against her I allow her to feel the strength of my erection and she groans. I've been ready to pop out of my slacks from the moment I saw her run out of the mansion in nothing but her skimpy little robe. Just the sight of her flying through the doors chasing after me was enough to put a permanent limp in my walk and the moment I realized it *was me* who drove her down those stairs, I was a goner. I played it well enough, but the truth is, I never could have left her standing there. Not in any world would I have been able to live with myself if I had disappeared without knowing *exactly* what she wished of me. "I want you in my suite. Just you and me. Is that clear?"

I feel her shudder against me, her lips lifting to my ear as she asks, "Where are Tiny and Damien? Where did Alex send them? I need them back here I-"

"Why is that, Doll?" I interrupt her. "Am I still not enough for you?" I'm only teasing, but I love the way she grips my neck with her claws when she thinks I might reject her.

She lifts her head and glares down at me, her jewel-like eyes sparkling with angry fire. "Of course you are," she snaps, grinding her sex down on me punishingly. "But I want to know why they've gone. Did Alex say something to them? Did he *make* them leave?"

I stiffen, not sure if it would be wise to tell her *exactly* where they're off to, but knowing I haven't much choice. "They went on an an errand. And Alex didn't send them. I did."

She flinches, her head reeling back as she studies me with eyes the color of a sunlit lagoon. "You sent them... sent them where? Why?"

I try not to let her sudden wariness upset me. After all she's been keeping secrets and I don't want to frighten her into her shell. She can't know that *I know* what she's been up to - that I know *who* she's been talking to. "They went after Ruby. I sent them with

a team to Santos' place. They'll scope it out and figure the best way in. They're on a rescue mission. One I put together... for you. If Ruby is there... they will find her."