Maid for the Mafia

**ROMANY**

Enzo's eyes were like two lasers that carried across the room and haunted my every breath. Any time I moved to pour a drink or remove a plate, I could feel him watching me. But it wasn't until Antony requested more wine and Alex ordered me to serve him, that I truly got a taste of the power behind his gaze. The moment I finished refilling Antony's goblet, Enzo shouted for my attention and I did as I was bid and ignored him.

"She can hear, can't she Alex? I asked her to pour me a whiskey," Enzo hissed darkly.

Alex chuckled, and although I'd been keeping my gaze lowered and glued on the ground, my head jerked up a bit to meet Dreamboat's gaze as it flickered my way. His muscles were flexed and his jaw tight. I could see him shooting daggers at the entire room, even toward Alex, who I can only assume is his boss.

"Romany, pour a whiskey for Conti," Alex commanded and I felt something like a bolt of energy shoot up my spine. Like a dreaded current that is about to shift. It was electric, charging the air with a promise of violence.

I carried the whiskey across the room, careful not to make eye contact with anyone, but Alex as I did. I noticed that he seemed to like it that way. He enjoyed having my attention on him when I served the others, the sadistic fuck. But as I came away from Enzo glass, something happened. He grabbed my wrist.

"Just a minute, beautiful," he cooed, yanking me toward him and placing his other hand under my skirt.

There was a sound, like a hiss, but more singularly pronounced. Suddenly, Enzo had released me and was sitting as still as a statue in his seat. I scrambled out of the way, my eyes focused on Alex as he beckoned me toward his end of the table. I attempted to walk past his seat, to stand behind him as previously instructed, but he stopped me, taking my hand and guiding me into his lap. My body instantly tensed, only growing more rigid when Alex closed his arms around me and pressed my head into his chest. *What the hell is he trying to pull?*

Alex leaned into my ear and whispered, "Look at him. I want you to know what you almost caused."

I nodded, glad for just the excuse to lift my head away from Alex's chest. I glanced across the table, meeting the cold hard stare of Enzo Conti as he panted angrily from the confines of his leather arm chair.

"You could have killed me!" Enzo screeched, his sharply manicured beard making him look like the devil himself.

That's when I noticed it. The knife that Alex had been using to cut his meat was now lodged in the thick leather backrest of Enzo's chair. Just an inch or two to the left of his neck. *Holy shit.* I gasped, my wide gaze turning back toward Alex, as he clenched his teeth angrily, his eyes flashing. Warning me of his disappointment in whatever I might have done.

*He can't possibly blame me for this? Right?*

"Damien," Alex said softly, his eyes still glued to mine. "Bring in the package."

*Bring in the package? What package?*

Tearing my face away from Alex, I tried to catch Damien's eye. I know he had to have noticed, but all he did was stand up - completely avoid my gaze - and then leave the room. *He looks angry too. But with me? There's no way. Can't be. I mean, they are neanderthals, yeah. But they aren't that fucking backward, are they?*

Antony began to giggle, and I was able to get my first real look at him. Using his strangely timed laughter as an excuse to turn my head, I studied his features. The man was handsome, I'd give him that. Older than the rest, but not by too much. Maybe thirty-five, maybe forty. His hair was a deep, chocolatey brown, and pulled back into a tight ponytail. His big brown eyes sparkled at me when he caught me glancing his way, heating with lust when I failed to turn away. He cleared his throat, his eyes lowering with extreme fascination as they danced across my chest. Suddenly Alex's muscles shifted beneath me, his body going rigid as he reached up to grab my chin and turn my face his way. As our eyes locked, his hand lowered, stroking down from my chin with devastating softness. His lips lifted in a sneer as his hand closed around my throat gently. The emerald glint of his gaze darkened, dropping to where his hand rested. To where it remained wrapped around my neck. Something sparkled in his eyes. Something hot and barely controlled. A need so intense and so completely centered on me that I began to feel like I was suffocating. In a moment of panic, I tried to get up, but Alex shook his head stiffly, his free hand locking over my bare thigh. Chuckling at my nerve, he quickly opened his legs. Forming just enough of a pocket to drop me a bit more deeply into his lap. Then, he clamped the muscles of his thighs around my hips and trapped the back of my ass against his rapidly growing erection.

My eyes widened in shock as he leaned into my ear and whispered, "You are too fucking beautiful in this uniform. I had no idea just how... perfectly... it would fit you. You hid your body well in those baggy jeans."

"I can go and change," I suggested, hoping he would take the bait and I could remove myself from the heat of his lap.

But of course, he refused. Laughing instead, he began stroking one hand firmly over the tops of my thighs. Squeezing and massaging before delving under my skirt. As his hips began to grind the steel of his dick against my ass, the hand around my throat tightened. My breath caught and the pulse of Alex's fingers throbbed over my flesh. The more that I squirmed, the more excited he became as I fought to keep him from taking his pleasure. He was stealthily dry humping me with the barrel of his shaft. Moaning under his breath so that I was the only one to hear him. Under my skirt, his fingers slid beneath my thong and I suddenly became frantic. Reaching down with both hands to try and jerk him away. "Stop it," I hissed.

He glared, forcing his hand deeper between my legs as I continued to fight him. His grip around my throat intensified, cutting off my air. When his fingers locked around my neck in warning, I finally released his wrist. Clamping my eyes closed in shame, I relented. A satisfied grunt escaped his lips as he forced my thighs further apart and I lifted my hands up to my throat in an attempt to pry his fingers away. Once again, he leaned into me just as the door to the room opened and the muffled cries of an unknown male filled the room.

"Let me see if you are wet for me," Alex breathed into my ear, speaking so quietly that I wasn't completely sure if I even heard what he said.

I was fading out, my face swelling just as little black spots began to dance across my vision. That was when I felt him penetrate me and he plunged two fingers deep inside my core. Finally, he released my throat, his fingers feathering over my breasts as they came away. I inhaled greedily, coughing and choking as Alex spoke directly into my ear, "Look across the table and tell me what you see."

I wanted to refuse and instead tell him to fuck off, but I was too tired to argue. So, I opened my eyes and did as told.

Across the table, Enzo was fairly bouncing with anger, his jaw tight and his eyes narrowed into slits.

"What do you see?" Alex whispered again.

"Enzo," I choked out.

Alex chuckled darkly, his next words low and angry, "He wants you so badly right now, that I could ask anything of him and he would give it to me. And that is why you must only answer to me. That, is why you must only *serve* me. Because of you, I now have a power over him that I can use. But... it only lasts as long as you do. So, you will remain untouchable. But if something like this ever happens again, and I find that you are wet for him... I am going to fuck you, and he is going to watch."