Maid for the Mafia
A Warning

**ROMANY**

When I got back to my room there was an alert from my bank on my phone.

Capital Bank Alert-

A payment of $5000.00 has just been deposited into your account. Your available balance is now $5245.66

I got wet when I read that. And I think I *reread* it about ninety-five times. God's honest truth. Suddenly I felt like dancing, or singing, or... shopping! *Ha! Joke's on you, because you're not allowed to leave.* A rule that hadn't *actually* bothered me until right that moment.

After changing out of the bikini and back into my sundress I decided to explore the house a bit before dinner, maybe check out that home theater Alex mentioned. I knew it was on the third floor, so it couldn't be too hard to find. I'd just open every door until I found 'the one'. Starting with the doors adjacent to my own, I began my search. The first five that I checked were all bedrooms and none of them were quite as fancy as mine. Somehow I found that fact mildly pleasing. As I turned my attention to the meeting room hall, I realized something. There didn't seem to be a single soul living up here other than me and Alex.

*I wonder where Mickey's room is...* I shivered as those moments behind the waterfall came spiraling back. Crashing into me and firing my core. Just the way he *sounded* when his mouth was on me made my dewdrop ache with need. There was something about him that was different from the rest. Aside from the sheer boldness he possessed in everything he said to me. Coming to the pool *naked* for fuck's sake! The fact that he chose to walk through the house and down the hall in nothing but his rock hard penis, is a straight shot to my clit for the kill.

But then there's Damien... my Dreamboat. With his body that melts my panties on sight. The connection I felt from the moment we met, could not be denied. Every time I see him, all I want to do is touch him. He's sweet and protective and sexy as hell. But... also a bit sensitive and temperamental.

And then there was Alex, of course. Alex was Alex. At least, that's what I'd gathered so far. He's a controlling, domineering, asshole that gets off on flexing his power. But sometimes when he looked at me, it was as if he was hiding something behind his cruelty. Like there was an underlying emotion frozen in the coldness of his eyes. It made me want to rip it out of him.

Shit.*I think I might be going crazy.* I came here to escape the drama, not *become* the drama. Yet, here I was, making my way downstairs to see if I could find Mickey, instead of the theater. *I'm fucking hopless.*

I surveyed the maids that wandered the first floor in an attempt to find the best mark. Someone who might be willing to talk to me without spitting in my direction first. Maybe... someone young. I wandered down the main hall toward the kitchen. I hadn't even been in there yet. With any luck, I might meet someone new. Someone who doesn't look at me like I'm shit.

As I turned the corner that I believed the kitchen to be in, I walked smack into the wall-like chest of one the men in black.

"Where the hell do you think you're going?" he snapped, shoving me back so hard that I hit the corner of the wall behind me and felt a blaze of pain in my left side.

I whimpered, the backside of my hip and shoulder felt like they were bleeding, but I knew that they weren't. I've had injuries like it before. The end result wasn't ever any worse than a few major bruises.

I glared at him. It was the guard from the other night that served me the empty plate and glass of wine. I was tired of these assholes pushing me around. Who the fuck did he think he was?

"I don't answer to you," I snapped and attempted to walk around him.

He laughed, letting me get as far as his hip before he reached out, snatched me by my hair, and dragged me through a door I had never seen before. The space was dark and somewhat damp. I didn't struggle so much with the hold he had on me because I didn't want any of my hair ripped out. I heard him fumbling with something, but I wasn't sure what. It sounded like the jiggling of keys or maybe an old light switch. It wasn't until I heard the slide of a deadbolt that I realized I was in serious trouble.

"Let me go," I hissed, sensing suddenly that he was watching me. I could barely make out his outline in the dark. The black clothes he was wearing kept him pretty well hidden.

"After," he rumbled, backing me up until my back hit a table and then forcing my head back so roughly that I cried out in pain. "Let me serve you with a warning," he said quietly. "You stay out of the service areas of this house. That means, the kitchens, the elevators, the entire second floor. I know what you are. We all know what you are. And whores like you are better off in bed. Not down here mingling with the humans."

"Fuck you!" I spat, suddenly so angry that I reached out and scratched his face.

He growled, shoving himself against me as he spat in my face. "Listen bitch. You'll do what I say or I swear, I'll catch you alone, just like we are now, and I'll fuck you with every tool I can get my hands on."

I knew it was a bad idea, but I couldn't help but say it. I was so full of rage in that moment I could have spit fire. "When I tell Alex about this... we'll see who the whore is."

He laughed, cold and heartless, then hissed, "Have it your way bitch." He brought his other hand to my head and slammed the back of my skull into the table. Stars danced across my vision as I felt myself go limp. Somewhere beyond his hovering face I thought I saw light flash, illuminating him for the smallest of moments before I felt him force my knees apart. His big meaty hands gripped my dress at the shoulders and forced it open and down my back to my waist. When I felt him rip my panties is when I started fighting again. He reared back, raised his hand to slap me and then froze...