Maid for the Mafia

**ROMANY**

"You were right," Tiny says once we are both safely tucked behind the closed doors of the service elevators. He hits the number two button and we immediately ascend toward the second floor. "About Ruby?" I ask, my eyes falling over all his delicious muscles before climbing back up toward his face. "I know."

He grins, exposing his deep dimples to me for a long moment. "I brought the proof with me for Alex to see for himself, so that maybe he might decide to do something about it. But if he doesn't, I'm confident that Mickey will. If he doesn't kill me first"

"Why would he kill you?" I ask on the end of a smile, memories of Mickey and his obscene jealousy dancing through my mind. In a way, I missed him and with Tiny here I was starting to wonder where he was.

"Because I brought his package here instead of directly to him like he ordered me to."

"Hmm," I murmur, chewing my lip nervously. With what Dana told me locked in the back of my mind and my plans to disappear at midnight tomorrow, I didn't know what to say to him.

"You don't seem pleased," he comments thoughtfully, as we exit the service elevators and Tiny guides me toward a room in the east hall.

"Why would that please me? I don't want to see you hurt."

For whatever reason, I don't even question where it is that he is taking me, but as he has a key, I can only assume this is the room he stays in when he is here. When we step inside, I'm surprised that it just a regular bedroom, devoid of a sitting room, yet there *is* a balcony.

Tiny blushes a bit as he locks the door then leans against it, his eyes now full of a hunger that heats my skin. "I..." he starts, his gaze climbing up my frame slowly then freezing when they land on my neck. He scowls then barks, "She scratched you."

I shrug, my hand going toward my neck absently. "It's not a big deal," I say. "I'm pretty sure she'll have a black eye later."

Tiny snickers, warmth filling his eyes. "We don't have much time before Alex comes looking for me. But I needed to tell you something."

My curiosity peaks and I step toward him, my gaze lingering on the ever growing bulge between his legs. "What's that?" I ask breathlessly, as the memory of the way he lost himself to me in the limo comes barreling into me and before I even know what I'm doing, my hands are skating up his magnificent forearms.

His eyes glitter as he draws in a shaky breath. "I...I sort of...missed you."

"Really?" I can't help the smile that erupts over my face when I look up at the boyish vulnerability in his eyes. Tiny is only a couple of years older than I am and the more I think about it, he's probably someone I could see myself dating if I hadn't been pushed here and out of school. He's someone I could see myself dating if I ever decided to go back. "I kind of missed you too," I admit, realizing that it's not a lie. There's something about him that appeals to me on every level and it's not just the bad boy tattoos and his enormous cock. It's the intelligence in his eyes and the shy way he looks at me whenever we're together. It's honest and open and in no way possessive.

I mean sure, I like a little jealousy in my men just as much as the next girl, but not to a psychotic degree and I *love* that Tiny never tries to put restraints on me or question who I want to be with. He's content to let me have my fun whether he's been included in it or not.

My hands skate further up his arms then over his chest, stilling on the frantic beat of his heart as he gazes down at me. "I have to tell you a secret," I whisper, closing my eyes when he dips his head downward to capture my lips in a slow, seductive kiss. "Can I trust you not to ask questions and just keep what I tell you to yourself until the day you might need it?"

"Absolutely," he whispers, reaching around to clamp his hands on my ass and deepen the kiss. His fingers dip inside the fabric of my romper and massage my ass cheeks as a growl sounds deep in his chest.

"If I should I disappear for a day or so," I say quietly against his lips, and to his credit he only stalls for a moment before he continues to kiss me. "Know that it was my choice," I say, pushing my tongue deep into his mouth as he lifts me against his hips and flips us so that *my* back is now against the door.

"But I don't want you to disappear," he mumbles, grinding his hardened shaft into me so that I moan with pleasure.

"If I don't come back," I continue, moaning when I feel him undo his pants and shove my panties aside. "Just remember one name," I whisper, biting my lip when he rears back and then enters me on a groan.

"What name is that?" he asks as he begins to pound me into the door, keeping one strong arm pushed against it to prevent us from making an obscene amount of noise. "God I've needed this," he murmurs, sucking my cries of pleasure into his mouth as my climax crashes over me so insanely fast that my body trembles in his arms.

"That's a question," I scold him, biting his neck and wanting to mark him like the possessive hypocrite that I am.

"Oh fuck," he groans, losing all control and pictoning into me as he finds his release. The door quakes behind my head, the wood threatening to splinter as he finishes deep inside of me and then I slide slowly down to my feet. His eyes are heavy with lust as he gazes down at me and the pair of us pant against the door.

I lift a hand to his face to trace his lips gently. He kisses my fingers and I say softly, "Santos."