Maid for the Mafia
It was a mistake...

**ALEX**

I watched her sleep for a good hour or so before I locked the door to her suite and headed to my room to drown myself in a bottle of Jack. Stepping into my rooms I headed straight for my bar in the corner, pretending not to notice Stella sitting on my couch as I downed half the bottle to the head. Ripping my shirt open so that I could get a little air, I pulled out my gun and cocked it before spinning around to point it straight at her. "Get the fuck out of here," I snapped. "I don't want to see you in my rooms again."

"Alex!" she pouted, holding her hands up in surrender. Her face was flushed, her eyes red. *Had she been crying? I fucking hope so.* "I did nothing wrong."

"Oh no?" I laughed, taking another burning shot of my bottle before I faced her again. "How much did you give her?"

She trembled, flinching when I lifted my gun in her direction. "Just what you asked me to. Point five milliliters."

"Bullshit," I hissed. "You gave her more than that. She hardly even knew where in the fuck she was. She was burning up! Her body was so goddamned hot I could hardly stand to have her hands on me." "But Alex, I did what you told me! If I accidentally poured a little too much I'm sorry! But you can't-"

"Get the fuck out," I said again, stepping up to her and placing the barrel of my gun to her forehead. "I'm just drunk enough to do it. I'm going to close my eyes. You have five seconds to-"

My front door slammed as she raced out of my suite and I fell onto my couch to finish the rest of the bottle. What I'd done was bad enough. When I'd agreed to the deal with Enzo, I hadn't anticipated having Antony and Paul Romano to contend with as well. Apparently that extra ten percent that I had fendangled out of Enzo came with strings. Paul being one of them and Antony being the other. Now I held seventy percent of the most lucrative club in Midtown *and* thirty of its sister club along the shore. Antony's Club. *Fuck me.* The fact that they agreed to it much too easily never factored in. So when Antony and Paul arrived claiming part of the payment, there was little I could do. I thought *maybe* if Romany had a little buzz going off that new drug Stella had been supplying the Voyeurs with, she might be more agreeable. But even then I knew there was a possibility that I would end up calling the whole thing off.

In truth... I wanted to call it off the moment Enzo put his filthy hands on her body. I knew she wouldn't want him touching her. Especially after the bullshit act he put on for her during breakfast. And I didn't like how rough he was with her. She was in pain. I could hear crying out each time he plunged into her. It made me want to pull out my knife and castrate the bastard. But I didn't. Why? Because I am a greedy, selfish, son-of-a-bitch with a reputation for being cruel and heartless. So what did I do instead? I shoved my dick in her mouth. And God it felt amazing.

"Goddamn it," I cursed myself again, swallowing the last of my liquor just as my doors burst open and my cousin charged into the room.

"Don't!" I rasped out, raising my gun at him. "Do not say a fucking word to me. I want to hate myself in peace."

He was angry. That much was obvious. Mickey was normally smiles and light and everything fun, but just now he looked like the devil come to take what I owed. Tiny stood behind him, his jaw clenched and eyes wary. Both of them had their guns out and I had to chuckle at that.

"Were you going to shoot me in my own house?" I giggled. "You wouldn't have made it out," I promised.

"You don't know that," Mickey hissed. "You're wasted."

I kept my gun on him. "So what? Fuck you."

"Why did you do it, Alex? Why?" he growled, pulling Tiny inside before shutting the door. "How could you?"

I threw my gun on the plush Persian rug. "What I do, I do for me. I don't factor your little obessions into my fucking agenda, Mickey."

"Damien's going to go on a rampage. He might even get himself killed," Mickey said.

"Then don;t fucking tell him," I hissed. "He doesn't have to know."

"He's already on his way back with news about Ruby. Bad news," Mickey said.

"I know," I admitted. I'd found out about Ruby last night when an unknown number sent a video of her to my phone. I'd kept the knowledge to myself and sent Damien out to confirm what he thought was a 'hunch' of mine. "You know?" Mickey grumbled. "Is that why you did this? Because you *knew* Ruby wouldn't be here to save her baby cousin from you?"

"Get the fuck out of my space, Mickey. You have your own rooms. I don't want to look at you anymore."

"I'll take her from you," he snapped. "I'll take her out of here."

If I had energy right at that moment, I might have argued, but my vision was becoming increasingly difficult to work with. I could hardly fucking see. "It was a mistake," I heard myself say as my eyes fell closed and my head began to swim. "I told you," I heard Tiny say. "He's fucked himself up over it."

I felt someone take the empty bottle out of my hands and shovel my legs up onto the couch then turn me on my side just in case I threw up in the middle of the night. "Fucking mother hen," I griped, swatting at the hands removing my shoes. "I'm a grown fucking man!"

"I'm going to kill them," Mickey's voice sounded amidst the black space that was now my consciousness. Steady and cold and right up against my ear. "Starting with Enzo. I'm going to wipe them from the Earth."

I opened my eyes, fighting with the light to make out the faces of my cousin. For some reason, he had more than one. When I was finally able to focus on the biggest of his rotating heads, I said, "Good. Then I'll have everything."