Maid for the Mafia
She didn't say no...

**MICKEY**

I stepped out of the backseat with little Ralphie Bruno and the two of us met Tiny at the trunk of my car. "He's finally quiet," I commented, listening for movement. "Maybe he finally passed out." "You missed the meeting," Tiny said softly.

I chuckled, tapping on the trunk so the driver would unlatch it. When it popped open, the moaning started again and I rolled my eyes. "Fuck that meeting," I said, lifting the trunk all the way open to stare at my prize. "I've never met a more delusional man than this one right here. He's also a fucking crybaby," I snapped, spitting on him. I met Bruno's eyes and commanded, "Get a couple of guards to help you, I want him in lock up until tomorrow night."

Ralphie nodded, disappearing into the house to grab some extra muscle and I pulled out a cigarette to tamper down the excitement from that afternoon. Tomorrow was going to be a blast. I couldn't wait to cut into this prick. "Mickey," Tiny said again, the bare urgency of his voice finally catching my full attention.

I looked into his eyes, they were calculating and dark. Almost like he was debating whether or not to tell me something. I took a deep drag of my smoke, blowing it out slowly as I wound through all the possibilities of things that he might be afraid to tell me. "What is it?" I asked. "What's happened?"

He shook his head, turning away for a moment before glancing back at me with his signature reserved expression. "You *missed* the meeting," he said again.

"I know I did motherfucker. I'm aware of the fucking time. Now if you have something to say, just say it and stop chirping at me like a goddamned parrot."

Still, he stared at me, his eyes hard and finally his reluctant behavior began to gnaw at my insides. "The girl"-he started and my blood began to heat-"she was punished tonight."

"Punished?" I prompted him, taking another drag off my cigarette while working to control my facial expressions. I didn't want him to see how angry I was already with just hearing that. If he knew, he might not continue telling me and I desperately wanted to know. "By Alex, you mean."

He nodded, stepping back as Bruno and a few guards lifted my newest trophy out of the car. He waited until they were out of sight then stepped closer to me, his voice almost too low to hear as he said, "By Alex... and Enzo, and Antony and... Paul Romano."

I drew in my next breath as slowly as I could, the cigarette in my hand completely forgotten as it dropped to the ground at my feet. I chuckled low and sadistic, shaking my head as I worked to release the sudden tension in my shoulders. "No," I said, rejecting the news while at the same time knowing he spoke the truth. I glared at him. "They touched her?" I managed to ask calmly, even though the blood was roaring through my head now. The image of those disgusting fucks just being allowed *near* my sweet little doll boiled my insides.

"Yes," he stated, meeting my eyes head on.

My control began to splinter, I could feel my muscles tensing with energy, the need to growl out my anger rising in my chest. "You were there?" I asked through my teeth. "You watched them?" "Yes," he admitted.

In an explosion of fury, I slammed him against the back of my car. It didn't matter that he was bigger than I was, or that in the back of my mind I *knew* he held no real power at that meeting. All that mattered was that he *watched* them *touch* her. He stared back at me with pity in his eyes and suddenly I wanted to shoot him. "You did nothing!" I accused, perfectly aware that if he had, he would likely be dead right now.

"She didn't say no," he informed me quietly, and my eyes widened in shock. "I was waiting for her to. If she had, I would have done something, I swear I would have. But... she didn't."

"She didn't say no," I repeated, allowing that one statement to calm me a bit before letting him go. My lip turned up in a sneer as I pictured the pudgy forty year old Paul Romano having his way with my Doll and her *actually wanting* him to. I shook my head in disbelief. *No. She wouldn't want him. She wouldn't have wanted that fucker anywhere near her.* "So you're telling me... that she enjoyed herself? That she was into having those immoral, disgusting pigs, all over her? Is that what you are saying to me?"

He sighed, shaking his head again. "I don't even think she knew what was going on."

I flinched, the anger rolling in again as I realized what he was saying. "She was drugged?" I choked out, my hand going under my coat to find my glock.

"She was," he said, noting where my hand had gone and straightening himself as he realized my intention. "By that snake Stella. On Alex's order."

My vision began to blur, a foreign emotion washing through me as I realized Romany was about as sober as they come. Never smoking, hardly drinking. *He drugged her?!* Now more than ever, I wanted the raw ugly truth of what they had done. "Who fucked her?" I asked point blank.

He closed his eyes, his haw flexing. I whipped out my gun and cocked it back, pressing it beneath his chin. His eyes opened and some strange part of me was proud to see that there wasn't an ounce of fear in his eyes. Despite that *he knew* I was just as likely to shoot him for letting it happen as I was to shoot them for fucking my doll.

"Who fucked her?" I asked again. "Who put their dick inside of her? You tell me and you tell me now."

"Enzo did. And Antony."

Red. It was all I could see. *Alex you fucking parasite.* I lowered my gun, my brain suddenly calculating the who and what and where. I was going to hurt them, that was a certainty. But the only question was who was going to be first. "Is Paul still here?" I asked.

"No. he left right afterward."

*Good.* His presence would have presented a problem. "Antony?"

"Gone."

*Well fuck, I'll get him later then.* "Enzo?"

Tiny went silent, his head lowering.

I didn't need his answer. His silence was enough. *Enzo is still here.* "Where is your piece?" I asked.

"I have it," he sighed, pulling it out from the back of his pants.

"Good," I said. "Now, where is my fucking cousin?"