Maid for the Mafia

**DAMIEN**

"So we're just going to leave here without her?" I sniped as I watched Eastside disappear in the distance.

Alex groaned. "What would you have me do? Stick around after all the bullshit Mickey caused? We have to get back and deal with Enzo before his men come looking."

"Mickey caused?" I remarked snidely. *Leave it to Alex to point the blame elsewhere everytime.* "Aren't you the one that made that fucked up deal in the first place? Drugging Ruby's baby cousin so that she could get fucked five ways from Sunday while she sucked your dick?"

Alex smiled tightly, turning his body to grant me his full attention. "Yes. I *made* the deal. But my deal is not what had those men patrolling Mickey's gates. Mickey's obsessive personality did that."

"And you *knew he would. So again, I'd blame you before I'd blame him."

"Well it's a good thing nobody gives a fuck about who you'd blame then, isn't it? Least of all me. I'm just glad we got out of there before Romano's men went looking for him. In two days from now when Mickey finally instructs his dealer's to stop padding their pockets, they're going to be done playing blackjack, and notice how long it's been since they've heard from him. And then, I guarantee you, not only are they going to search every nook and cranny of that hotel, but they are going to go looking for the dealers when they don't find him. At that point, all it is going to take is one silly look from those fools at the tables and then they're going to know something went down. I certainly hope for Mickey's sake that he found a way to dispose of that fat son-of-a-bitch. Otherwise, his body will eventually be found and then we'll have a fucking war on our hands. Should any of this get tied to Romany, she'll be the next one they go looking for." "Fuck," I growled out. "You're right. They fucking will." I glanced at Alex. "So how would you have done it then?"

"Done what?"

"Disposed of that fat piece of shit?"

"Me?" Alex smiled. "I would have taken him down to the kitchen of the Bella Bambola and had him carved into slabs of meat. Then I'd make sure to serve him to each and every guest over the next month. Starting with Romano's very own men. A sort of Poetic Justice. What about you?"

With a grin, I said, "I would have slipped him a mickey, then funneled a good amount of coke into his nose, you know, enough to make an elephant paranoid. Then, I'd pump a nice fat air bubble into his veins before he woke up, and slap a whore over his cock so that she could be riding him into Hell when his heart exploded."

"Hmm," Alex said. "Not sure which one I like best. Would that even do it? Cause a heart attack?" "Fat fucker like him? Downers and coke, plus an unavoidable embolism? Hell yeah it would."

"And the whore?"

"She's high too. As far as she knows, the man simply died because she's too good at her job."

"I like that one. Too bad we weren't there to see the show."

I sighed, "What do you think the three of them are doing back at Mickey's?"

Alex fisted his hands for a moment, his teeth clacking angrily. He chuckled, "You know as well as I do what they are doing. They are fucking her."

"Goddamn it. That puts me at-"

"Dead last," Alex conceded. "Even Romano has had more of her than you."

"Fuck you, Alex."

"Not fucking likely."

"That's okay. Because you know what they say. Save the best for last."

Alex laughed. "I'm pretty sure that's just a fucking song."

**ROMANY**

I'm dreaming. At least... I think I am. My back is arching up off the ground in pleasure and I hear somebody moaning as hands knead my breasts greedily. A warm current of electricity vibrates against my sex, making me wriggle as tension coils in my center. My shirt is open, I can feel a breeze skating across my naked flesh. My hips buck upward, seeking to grind my pussy against the soft wet heat sparring against my clit. *What the fuck is going on? This feels so real. And so, so good.*

"Fuck!" I hear myself shout, as a strong pair of hands slide down toward my abdomen and caress my hips. "Oh God!"

A low groaning can be heard as my hips jolt higher and higher. Twisting and rolling as something thick and demanding curls into my heat. I scream, my spine snapping forward then back, as my pelvis juts upward and my body explodes into a thousand pieces. Ecstasy crashes over me and my eyes shutter open, my body falling slack with release. "Ah!" I whine, my legs trembling as the world comes back into focus and I have to blink a few times just to remember where I am. It takes a moment, but when I realize it's Mickey with his head between my legs, i grin. "You're alive," I whisper languidly.

His emerald green eyes are bright with heat as they feast upon the sight of my naked breasts.

"Not yet, I'm not," he growls, reaching behind my waist with both hands to lift me into his arms. He wraps my legs around his hips, the steel of his forearms resting under my thighs with his palms under my ass. I string my arms around his neck, pushing my chest against his.

Mickey's eyes are full of wonder as he studies me. His large onyx pupils darted around my face with such intensity that I felt my face heat. He walks me into the penthouse then down the hall and into his large, luxurious room. The walls in here are all glass, save one and the view of all of the skyscrapers jutting up against the sky, is breathtaking. Mickey, flips a lightswitch and the entire room dims. Causing the windows of the buildings around his penthouse to wink in various colors as they sparkle against the backdrop.

He carries me to the center of the room, where his large king sized bed is waiting dressed in sleek black bedding and silver satin pillows. Then he tosses me unceremoniously onto the bed and I bounce, then fall back into a warm hard chest. As a strong set of thighs locks around my hips from behind, I gasp. Tilting my head to the side just barely, I see one inked dragon stretched across Tiny's hard, grooved shoulder and feel his teeth nip at the opposite side of my neck. "Oh," I yelp, my body shuddering as Tiny's hands reach around the front of me and strip me of Mickey's shirt.

"Are you sure this is what you want, doll?" Mickey's voice captures my attention and I face him, my mouth watering when I see he has already stripped down to his boxers. *God, he is so beautiful.* The deep bronze of his toned, tanned muscles, fluctuate and shift as he stalks closer. The long, proud length of his shaft, peeks over the waistline of his underwear and I bite my lip,

"Oh yes," I whisper, as Tiny's mouth becomes greedier, and he sucks the flesh of my neck behind his lips viciously.

Mickey drags his boxers downward, his eyes taking on a sharp and perilous light as he watches Tiny stroke my body with his tongue and his hands. Taking his dick in his hand, he begins to stroke himself. Coming closer and closer to the edge of the bed, before climbing up onto his knees in front of me.

"You remember what I told you, doll?"

I nod warily, my body shivering with pleasure as I recall the certainty of his words. *He said he's taking my ass tonight.*

He smirks, licking his lips as his gaze flickers over me slowly. His voice is thick and commanding when he says, "Turn around. I want you to ride Tiny like you did in my limo."

I tense for a moment, hearing the subtle anger in his words and searching his eyes for any sign that he doesn't really want to do this. Even Tiny freezes up for a second, his hands closing around my hips protectively and tugging me back against his chest.

"You wan me to ride, Tiny," I clarify softly, trying to catch his gaze.

But Mickey is focused on my body just now, not me. He continues to stroke the long length of his dick, watching as Tiny lays back on the bed and caresses my back.

"Turn around," Mickey snaps again, his voice like a choked whisper.

I nod, crawling backward and then straddling Tiny's legs as his enormous hands pinch and massage my thighs. His heavy cock nearly reaches my breasts in this position and just the sight of the dragon's tail wrapping around his girth urges my hand forward to encircle him. Tiny groans, his hips bucking upward as I roll him and work him with both of my hands.

Suddenly I feel Mickey's hardness against my back and his lips on my ear, nibbling and sucking as he reaches his free hand around to grope my breast. "I thought I told you to get on his dick, doll. Do it. Now."

I shudder, my pussy pulsing with wetness at the harsh order in his words. Nodding, I let Tiny help me settle over his dick. He lowers me so steadily that every inch is like torture and I moan helplessly, feeling my pussy clench around his shaft. "Fuck!" Tiny hisses when I'm finally fully seated, my hands clutching the exquisite stone of his pectorals.

A forceful shove from behind me, has me bent forward so that my lips are buried in the side of Tiny's throat. Mickeys' palms circle the globes of my ass and he says, "You don't fucking move until I've started riding you."

Then I feel something like warm jelly ooze between my ass cheeks and for a long moment Mickey simply plays with me. Groaning deep in his throat as he drags his fingers up and down the tight bundle of nerves around my entrance. "This is going to hurt. Just relax until I tell you to move," Mickey says.

Then I feel it. The head of his cock as it pushes at my rear entrance.

*Oh my god. This is really happening.*