Maid for the Mafia
A Pig in a Suit

**ROMANY**

*It's so much better when you know what's inside you, don't you think?*

The moment that passed immediately after *I said what I said* was an interesting one.

Stella's body jerked as if she'd been shocked. Her fork clattered onto the plate in front of her and I swear she got even paler than her natural undead hue should allow. Tiny and Mickey locked eyes across the table, communicating through facial expressions and little bobs of the head. But Enzo... his reaction was my favorite. His hazel eyes sparkled with dark heat and his lips turned up in an arrogant smile. If it weren't for the fact that his fingers suddenly white knuckled around the glass in his hand and the muscles in his neck began to pop and flex, then I might have believed he was as unaffected by my words as he pretended to be.

But I could see it. It was unmistakable. What I didn't expect him to do, was answer me. "Is that an invitation?" he asked, his eyes flicking downward and across the scooped neckline of my jumpsuit. "Because we can definitely try it your way next time."

*Breathe, just breathe. Nice and slow, in and out.*

"Next time?" I repeated, biting my lip to prevent myself from spitting in his face. Reaching inside for my inner narcissist, I fixed him with my most pretentious glare. "If I didn't enjoy it the first time, why would I want to do it again?" Enzo laughed, glancing toward Tiny as if they shared some intimate knowledge that no one else possessed. Then turning back to me, he shook his head and attempted to smile, but his lips didn't quite lift past a grimace. "Didn't enjoy it?" Enzo scoffed, suddenly irritated. A vein began to pulse along his temple and his eyes lost their amusement. "You could have fooled me. You came like a faucet. Hot, heavy, and all over my dick." Sensing the sudden movement on my left, my hand darted under the table to grasp Mickey's wrist. Preventing him from whatever crazy thing he was about to do before letting him go.

"This is a completely inappropriate conversation for the breakfast table," Stella said suddenly, speaking for the first time.

"Shut up, Stella," I snapped, scowling. "Just eat your goddamned grapefruit."

Stella flinched in surprise, but said nothing. Her face heated with anger as I turned back to Enzo.

"All over your dick..." I retorted, replaying his words. My lips lifted into a sneer and I shuddered in disgust. "Well... yeah, I guess I did," I admitted, before I reeled backward, repulsed. "But that was before I found out *that it was* you." The devil's eyes glazed over, every trace of his former smile gone.

I continued to demean him in the blandest voice I could manage, "If I *had* known? Not only would I have said no, but I would have been drier than the Sahara Desert and coughing sand up from between my legs."

The quiet sound of Mickey laughing and the sudden quaking of Tiny's chest as he pretended not to be, seemed to boil Enzo's temper. His face lit with fire, his entire face coloring with a red-purple hue. Cracking his neck with a crude jerk of his head, he glared at me. "You really should watch that mouth of yours. Or I might just decide to put it to better use."

"Good luck," I snapped. "I haven't been drugged yet today, so any part of *you* that comes near my mouth - you are going to lose a chunk of," I warned him with a clack of my teeth.

He grunted in disapproval, then shrugged his shoulders as if he was done humoring me. "When your master wakes up, I'm going to have a talk with him about how he trains his whores. You shouldn't be allowed at the breakfast table unless you are being bent over it."

Mickey's body tensed next to mine and he exhaled so loudly that Stella began to tremble in her seat. The spoon in her hand shook erratically as it hovered above her grapefruit and her neck appeared to be turning a dark shade of red. She was afraid of something, and it seemed to be Mickey. Throwing her an odd look, I tried to see if she was breathing. It didn't look like she was, but then again, who cared?

*I'll know in a minute or two anyway. Maybe if she passes out I can get Tiny to throw her in the pool.*

Just as I shifted my attention back to Enzo, he leaned to his right to whisper in Tiny's ear. His voice was too low for me to hear him, but I knew he was speaking about me, I could just feel it. The barely perceptible stiffening of Tiny's shoulders and the sudden scratch of his fork across his plate, confirmed it for me. As Enzo came away from him, he winked at me deceitfully, then proceeded to cut into a slice of ham without taking his devious eyes off of me, even once. Watching him for a moment, I realized how carefully he liked to eat. His three piece suit was immaculate, despite the grime of the man underneath it. It also looked extremely expensive. Nicer than any of the others I'd ever seen him in. *Hmm. I believe a man's suit should represent the wearer. It should express who he is, or else, provide a sneak peek of the man that is inside.*

Keeping my face as neutral as possible, I ripped my gaze away from the devil's and began loading my plate with the greasiest items available. Hash browns, bacon, sausage - the ham Enzo seemed to like so much. I wasn't hungry in the least, not with Enzo for a view, but if I was going to poke the bear, I damn well better feed it. After a moment of contemplation, I also grabbed the hot sauce, the molasses, and the honey. Then, with a giddy smile turning my lips, I poured myself a steaming cup of freshly brewed tea.

Working as quickly as possible, I began to cut everything on my plate into tiny little pieces. Then I lathered it all in hot sauce and molasses. I hardly even registered that Mickey and Tiny were staring at me as I began to mix the food together until it was slop. Once finished, I emptied the entire bottle of honey on top of the soap resistant mess, smiled, then focused on Enzo. His eyebrows furrowed questioningly but other than that he remained completely ignorant of what I intended.

As calmly as I was able, I pushed back in my chair. Then in one fluid movement, I stood and leaned forward, smashing my plate and all that was on it into Enzo's chest. Reeling back before he could grab me, I snatched the cup of tea I'd just poured and said-"A pig in a suit should look like a pig in a suit!"-as I threw the steaming brew in his face.