Maid for the Mafia
Was it you?

**ROMANY**

I woke up with my head feeling slightly fuzzy and my body so sore I could hardly move. Something had to be wrong with my pillow. It was hard as a rock. Shifting one of my bare legs, I drew my knee upward until a deep groan met my ears. The belt around my waist tightened and something thick and as equally hard as my pillow pressed into my lower back. *What the hell? Where am I? I don't wear belts to sleep.*

I opened my eyes with difficulty. My eyelids were heavy as hell and welded shut. I rubbed at them, moaning in annoyance at the time it took my vision to clear. Once it was done and I could finally see, I gasped. I was laying on a bare chest, inked with vines and thorns.

*Damien. When did he get here? I thought he was mad at me.*

Damien was sleeping peacefully, his body half hidden under the covers with my near nude leg draped over the front of his thighs. Lifting my knee a bit higher, I felt his boxers and his raging morning wood. I giggled and the belt around my middle tightened again. Gazing downward, I noted that it wasn't a belt around me after all. It was an arm. And this arm *was not* Damien's.

Someone shifted behind me, moving in closer until his lips were next to my ear. "Go back to sleep, doll."

*Mickey. Mickey?!* He was in my bed too? *What the fuck did I get up to last night? Oh my fuck? Did I let my inner slut loose or what?*

My mind began to struggle through the events of the day before and I, for whatever reason, was finding it hard to remember what happened. I remembered the cops, and the *almost intercourse* with Alex... I remembered the clothes in my room and catching him fucking Stella. But everything else was a blur. *Did I get drunk? Maybe...* One thing was for certain, I was sore as fuck between my legs and the two men in my bed at the moment may have been equally responsible for

it.

*That thought was not a bad one.* I grinned. *Did I really? Did I have them both? At the same fucking time? Oh Romany, you little whore... what will your cousin say?* I laughed, shifting my ass backward a bit to tease the intensely sexual man behind me as he tried to sleep. I felt it as his dick pulsed against my backside and he groaned into my neck, his hips thrusting forward reflexively. He was still asleep though, because the next sound he made was a snore into my ears. *Maybe I totally zapped them of their energy.*

Another voice filtered through the space, but this one came from the doorway. "You're awake," Tiny said and my heart did a little jolt when I spied him in the doorway to the sitting room in nothing but his boxers. *Holy shit that man is fine.*

"Y-Yes," I whispered. "As are you. In *my* room. In your underwear. And just... what...?"

He smiled, a slow sexy smirk. "Glad to see you're in good spirits," he said softly, his brown eyes filling with concern. "Are you hungry? I'll have breakfast brought up for us."

"I don't know if I can move," I admitted, trying to pry Mickey's arm from around my waist. Each time I attempted to remove it, his hold on me only got tighter.

"Just rip it off," he snickered. "He won't wake up. He and Damien were awake most of the night watching over you."

"Watching over me?" I questioned, taking Tiny's advice and ripping Mickey's arm off of my waist. "Are you sure that's all they were doing?" I asked him, wincing at the dizziness that came with my sudden movement. Tiny's gaze fell sorrowful and he cocked his head at me. "Yes." He swallowed loudly. "You don't remember, do you?"

I bit my lip, not wanting to be rude in case he was in on this little threesome too. I mean, *he was* naked and in my room. Just like these other two. *Jesus. I must have been smashed if I can't remember anything.* "It's okay if you don't," Tiny said with a smile. "It might even be better for you... if you don't."

I gaped at him. "Why would it be better? Just what the fuck did I do last night?"

He shook his head, sighing heavily. "It's not so much what you did, but what was *done* to you."

"Done to me?" I hissed, closing my eyes again to try and grasp something... *anything*... from the night before. "I-I can't remember... I..."

"It's okay," Tiny said. "Take it slow. Maybe after you've eaten. I'll be right back."

"N-no! I want to go down and eat," I said, crawling easily over the top of Damien to get out of bed, then recovering him with the blanket.

The moment I stood on my own, I swooned, falling forward and nearly crashing into the ground only to be caught in Tiny's arms.

Just like that, a flash of a memory intruded into my head. The memory of someone pounding into me from behind while I shouted out in pain. "Oh God," I trembled, falling against Tiny completely.

He lifted me into his arms and carried me into the sitting room to ease me onto the couch. "It's okay," he said softly. "Take it easy. You've had an... ordeal."

Stepping away from me, Tony pulled on his pants and the sound of his belt buckling had me shivering with unease - another memory flashing through. *Groaning, so much groaning. In my ears as I cried out in pain. Then when I choked on... on... Alex? But who... who was behind me? Who was it that fucked me so cruelly that I wanted to die?*

"Oh God," I cried out as another image of a man that I didn't know surfaced. A man with dark eyes filled with lust and pure evil as he shoved himself into my mouth over and over again. *There was someone inside me then too... someone I can't quite remember.*

I whimpered, realizing for the first time that I was ravaged last night. Opening my eyes to glare at Tiny, I hissed, "Did you do this to me? Was it you?"