Maid for the Mafia by Jaylee

before deciding to simply rest my eyes. | have no idea when | passed out, but | don't think it took long. One

minute | was resting and the next | was simply gone.

FXMICKEY**

"You fucked her in my limosine," | grumbled, unbuttoning the sleeves of my shirt as Tiny and | wandered toward

the elevator.

"What are you wantingto say Mickey?" Tiny asks quietly, his eyes heavy and his hands clasped in front of

him in boredom.

"You knew there was a camera in there!" | hissed, as we stepped inside and | hit the blank button that signified

my floor. "I felt like you were fucking taunting me."

As the door to the elevator starts to close, a middle-aged woman stretches her arm inside and pushes them back

open. She huffs in relief and starts to climb inside, but I'm not in the fucking mood so I snap. "Get out bitch. |

don't want you in here."

She stares at me, looking behind herself as if I'm talking to someone else. "Me?"

"I don't see any other bitches. Yeah, you. Ride the next one, fuck," | snarl, pushing her face away with one hand

as | hit the door button with the other.

"You don't fucking touchprick!" Is all | hear as the doors click shut without her behind them.

"Christ, Can you believe that cunt?"

Tiny sighs heavily as | study him. It's no secret that | was boiling with rage when | watched them fucking in the

limosine. *Goddamn them.* There | am, defending her honor and slaughtering that pig-headed fuck, jumping

headfirst into the shit storm, so that | can teach the world not to touch my doll - and she's in my limosine

blowing my bodyguard and then rocking his world hard enough for him to cum twice. *Him!* My fucking luck.

He's taller, younger, built stronger... more her type than I'll ever be. But he doesn't have what she needs. He

doesn't have enough to give her what | can give her. At least, not yet he doesn't. And to be honest, | am just

petty enough to keep him from getting there if it means proving a point. Trouble is, | don't think he gives a fuck.

Tiny never wanted to be the boss. He does well as captain because he's fucking lethal with his hands and there

aren't a lot of guys willing to go at him. *None* that | know of. So when he comes to collect, nine times out of

ten, he gets paid. One tout of ten, he snaps a back or two. He's always been big and packed with muscle.

Oddly enough the name, 'Tiny' wasn't given to him because he's huge and we thought it was funny. We call him

Tiny, because of his tiny dreams. The man is fucking crazy smart. He had plans to go to Yale for fuck's sake, they

even invited him to tour the campus when he was *fifteen*. But then his older sister Evangeline was shot to

death in a beachside club and the little motherfucker clooking for me! Can you believe that? He did his

research, he wanted his payback, and I'll tell you one thing - he cto the right place. One year later, his

sister's killer was murdered in the *same* damn club, except her killer's death was infinitely more painful. Tiny

was only *sixteen* when he got his first dragon. Why a dragon? Because that's what he is. A big fucking killer

that goes after you with fire in his jaws and doesn't leave until you're nothing but ash to spread over the waves.

He could be a *real* asset as a boss, but he refuses to climb the ladder every time. He doesn't want to do what

Alex and | do. Not ever, It wouldn't be easy for him anyway, because he doesn't have the family backing that we

have. That *Romano* had. But | don't think that's why he says no. Truthfully, | think it's like | said, he's smarter

than most. He already knows where that road leads and he doesn't want any part of it.

Damien is kind of the sway, except he's higher up, and not as smart. He's much more involved though.

Damien does what he wants, not what you tell him. Tiny is great at following orders, *most* of the time. Not

tonight apparently, but then again, my doll could tempt the sex change of a ninety year old woman. She's *that*

hot.

As we're about to step out of the elevator, Tiny says, "I like her."

*Fuck.*

"I know you like her. | saw the evidence," | growl, continuing to walk.

"No," Tiny says. "I mean - | *like* her."

Now | stop walking and turn to face him. Of course, he's taller than me, but askif | give a fuck. "You like her

as in you *want* her? Or you like her as in, you want to swallow my gun?"

When he doesn't say anything, just stares down at me, | curse. "Fucking perfect. You, Alex, Damien... Are we

missing anyone? She's only got three holes, you know that right?"

As the pair of us enter the penthouse, everything is quiet, but | can see her out on the balcony in one of my

shirts, sleeping like the angel she is.

Glancing over at Tiny, | say, "Take a shower and get in bed to wait for us."

"And what are *you* gonna do?" he asks as | step out onto the balcony and kneel in front of the lounge.

| don't even look up as | stroke my hands over the soft butter skin of her legs and gently open them so that | can

see that she's not wearing panties. *Fuck yes.* "Me?" | ask when Tiny peeks his head out. "I haven't had my

dinner yet."

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