Maid for the Mafia

**ROMANY**

Fifteen minutes later, I stood in front of the full length mirror wearing the tiniest, most revealing, french maid uniform ever created. The corset was too tight and the brazier fabric too soft, so my tatas ended up hyper dimensional and with too much bounce. Round and barely contained, the elastic stretched so tight that my nipples were only a ruffle away from starring in the show. I would have to be extremely careful that I didn't reach for anything extreme. But I did like that the straps were cinched into ruffles that fell off slightly off shoulder. Every time they fluttered downward, I felt like a foreign goddess. The effect made me feel wonderfully sexy. As far as the skirt went, it might have been a decent length on an average girl. Unfortunately, my ass was far from average and the stack on my back made the skirt that much shorter. I was one breeze away from flossing my thong. The one saving grace was that the shoes paired with the outfit were platform, not stiletto. *At least I will be able to walk easily enough.*

After twisting my hair up in an extravagant bun, I left my silver streak down to curl around my face and caress my shoulders. One ballerina spin later, I was ready. "This is a very unprofessional dress," I said to my reflection. *Knock, knock, knock.*

That had to be the dinner cart. One glance at my phone confirmed that the time was now five forty-five p.m. Scampering through my bedroom door, I was met with one of the lady maids from that morning. Also dressed in a french maid outfit, but in an entirely different style. I smiled at her brightly, only for her to roll her eyes at me and spin on her heels.

"Wait!" I called out to her. "Where do I take the cart when I'm finished with it?"

She turned around slowly, a cold sinister smile playing across her lips. "Who knows?" she said with a shrug, then disappeared down the servant's elevator. "Bitch," I snapped softly, before I made my way down the only hallway I hadn't yet explored.

Believe it or not, that fucking dining cart was pretty damn heavy and I found myself fighting with the carpet as I pushed it along. It just didn't want to budge. No matter what I tried to do to it, it wasn't going anywhere. Nearly in a state of panic, I decided to close my eyes and take a few deep breaths.

"The brakes are on," someone said next to me.

My eyes popped back open and my heart rate shot up to a thousand. A tall, devastatingly handsome man stood before me, with a jaw cut from granite and eyes as dark as the night sky. His body was bulkier than most that I've seen, but not unattractively so. Even in the platforms I was wearing, I only came up to about the middle of his chest, but you won't get any complaints from me, because the view does not disappoint. He was dressed in the same black attire as the guards on the lower floors, but without the jacket. Which left his undeniably deadly forearms and biceps on full display. Strange winding tattoos, that appeared to be some kind of thorns and vines, circled his wrists before they spiraled up his arms to disappear beneath his sleeves. *He is gorgeous.* Softly tousled hair was cut fashionably short, with the bangs falling a bit longer in the front as he bent down to release the brakes on the cart. The gentlly styled locks were the same color of barely wet sand just before it dries, with strips and streaks of gold and dark throughout the brown. As he knelt there, hunched over, his back muscles bunched and coiled against the tightness of his black cotton shirt, and I found myself with my teeth buried in my lower lip by the time he stood back up. *If I have one wish fairy godmother, I want to take this man to the ball.*

"You and I are late," he said softly, his dark blue-black eyes dancing from my chest to my hips, then my hips to my legs, and back again. "You must be Romany. Wow. You don't look at all like your cousin."

*And the spell is broken, folks.*

"Thank you so much for pointing that out. I'm not blind, I know I look nothing like Ruby," I quipped. "And yet oddly enough, I continue to remain off the ledge, somehow having accepted that fact and choosing to carry on. I am like a living and breathing miracle. Or a cockroach, forever in my cousin's shadow."

He laughed, taking the cart from my hands and pushing it down the hall toward a set of double doors, on the other side. "I didn't mean it in a bad way," he said, his gaze walking over me again, but much more slowly. "It's just that, when Ruby called me and asked me to come home early to watch over her baby cousin, I pictured a younger version of her. A gangly, long limbed alien with little to no curves."

I gasped, wanting to shove him, but knowing that if I did I might never physically recover from touching his skin. "Ruby is not an alien. She's tall and beautiful, with an absolutely perfect body."

The smile that curved his lips in that moment was soft and sensual. Shuttering his gaze behind impossibly thick lashes as his eyes centered on my mouth, he said, "You and I must have a completely different understanding of what a perfect body should be."

"What is that supposed to mean?" I snapped.

He shrugged, the navy blue of his irises disappearing almost completely as I stepped in front of him and back behind the cart. Gifting him with an unobstructed view of my backside in that ridiculously tiny skirt. A sound like a barely audible groan seemed to rumble from his chest. "Now that I've met you, what she asked me to do makes a lot more sense."

"What did she ask?" I tossed coyly.

He met my gaze dead on as he reached over me to open the door. "Not now," he whispered. "We're-"

"Late," Alex's voice finished cruelly from the deep dark depths of the room beyond. "Which should have been virtually impossible given that you had fifteen minutes to cross the hallway. Enough with the standing around. Come and do your fucking job."

I flinched, pushing the cart in ahead of me and praising the Gods of old for the polished wood floor that was now beneath my feet. That damn cart was heavy as hell and once I rolled it all the way in, I had a hard time figuring out how to set the brakes again. *Really God? Must you mock me every chance you get?*

Once it was locked, I began serving, making absolutely certain that Alex was given *everything* first. *Cue eye roll.* There were only five people in this room, including myself. The four of them that were male, were all settled around a large tortoise shell table. Keeping my gaze neutral, I slyly scanned the room. Only to wish that I hadn't.

I recognized the men seated here. I had seen them on the news years ago. Way back when I was still a little girl, maybe nine or ten. I wished that I could remember all the details, but when you're that young you can't make any *real* sense out of the news reports you hear to *actually know* what is going on. All that I do remember is that these men were named two of the most ruthless killers in the entire county.

One is Antony Angeletto, and he is seated to Alex's right, and the other is Enzo Conti, who is seated directly ahead of where I am standing. I tried not to tremble as his cold calculating eyes became completely uninterested in his food, but I don't think that I succeeded.

"Alex," Enzo crooned, licking his lips as he stared my way. The dark, penetrating heat of his gaze seemed to reach out and touch me, sending shivers of dread up my spine. "She is very nice. Is she new?"

Out of the corner of my eye, I watched as Dreamboat from out in the hallway stiffened, his knife screeching across his plate at Enzo's words.

Alex grunted, settling back in his seat as he sliced into the bloody steak on his plate. "What she is, is a maid. And"-he flipped his knife pointedly-"she is completely untouchable. Even for me. Especially... for you."