Maid for the Mafia
I Want You Both

**ROMANY**

The scream that wrenched from Enzo when the hot black tea hit him in the face *actually* made me giggle. A storm of laughter was coming for me and I was forced to clamp both of my hands over my mouth just to keep myself from uncontrollable laughter. But Enzo... he didn't seem to think it was funny.

"Bitch!" He screeched. "You fucking bitch! I'll fucking kill you!"

My body began to shake as I warred with the manic laughter rising in my chest and it took me a minute to realize that he had slammed his chair backward and was now standing up. His eyes flashed with a darkness I'd never seen before. The kind of evil that you don't even realize exists until it's staring back at you with murder on the mind.

What happened next happened so quickly that I would drag this moment into my fantasies for many nights to come.

"You disrespectful bitch!" Enzo yelled again, swiping his hands over his suit in an attempt to wipe off my breakfast, but *silly molasses,* that shit is like glue... and the only thing he succeeded in doing was make more of a mess. With one more angry roar, Enzo reached behind his back, keeping his eyes on mine the entire time. I had no idea what he was reaching for, *I probably should have*, but I didn't. So I remained standing there, fighting my giggles while completely oblivious to how close I was to death.

Just as Enzo's arm seemed to catch on whatever he was reaching for, I finally realized what it was. *He's going to shoot me!* Conscious thought is so funny at times like these, because as humans we like to think we can save ourselves - playing out outrageous scenarios in our minds in which time and space are not relevant. Because truthfully, imagining what we might do is never actually *what we will* do. So, when we are finally presented with the reality of survival and choice, we think about the eventual outcome instead of *doing* what we know might save us.

So yeah... I simply stood there and waited to be shot.

But! That is when my future highlight was born and I literally wet my panties. And *not* in the bad way.

In a flash of movement like the fucking Matrix, Tiny and Mickey shot out of their seats in what *looked* to be a coordinated attack. As Tiny stood up he swung his arm backward, smashing his plate in Enzo's face and creating a shower of sparkling glass. But it didn't stop there, oh no. With that very same hand, Tiny swung his arm forward, snatching the back of Enzo's head and slamming it down on the table so hard I heard the thick glass crack. In the moments when Tiny was moving, so was Mickey. *His* first step was taken in front of me, shielding me from shards of glass as he reached two arms behind himself. One to pull my body against his back and the other to whip out his gun, cock the damn thing *one- handed*, then place the barrel to Enzo's temple at the precise moment Tiny slammed it onto the table.

I would have fucking clapped if I hadn't been so stunned.

"You stupid, *dead*, motherfuckers!" Enzo spat, saliva flying from his mouth and dripping from his lips. "You have made a big-"

"Shut the fuck up!" Mickey snapped, pressing his gun angrily into Enzo's head. He leaned down, pushing his mouth up against Enzo's ear as he growled, "Thank you, you *fuck.* I already wanted to kill you, but I was willing to wait for Christmas. Now it looks like I won't have to."

"You better remember who you're talking to Scavo," Enzo growled.

Mickey chuckled, reaching up to loosen the buttons of his shirt, but struggling to snap them free. Suddenly, I was overcome with a rush of heat. An arousal so violent with desire, that before I even knew what I intended, I was standing in front of Mickey and reaching up to undo his buttons.

"How many?" I whispered, shamefully sliding my fingers up over his pectorals on the way to his collar.

He stared down at me, his bright green eyes turning nearly black as they dilated. "How many what?" he asked softly, as his gaze wandered slowly about my face.

"Buttons," I answered, tugging the first one free and sliding a finger behind the next inside of his shirt.

He didn't answer right away, just kept his focus on my lips, so I smiled shyly and continued to unbutton his shirt. With each undone, I dragged my fingernails over the smooth skin of his chest. After the fourth one, my entire hand was inside and I felt his body shudder as I paused behind the fifth.

"That's perfect, doll. Thank you," he said in a voice just above a whisper.

My face heated and I licked my lips, stepping away just as Damien walked into the room

"What the..." he quipped, freezing in the doorway just behind where Stella used to be.

*Where is Stella? When did she leave?*

I glanced around the room for her, but she was indeed gone.

"Damien! Go and get your boss! Wake him now!" Enzo snarled.

Damien snorted, ignoring him. "Mickey," Damien prompted.

Mickey turned to face him, keeping his gun to Enzo's head. A silent moment passed between the two, Damien's jaw flexing in anger as he nodded.

Mickey shook his head, noticing Stella's absence for the first time. "You better find her. She was just here."

Damien nodded, spinning around quickly and heading for the service elevators.

"I need some men to help put this fuck in the box," Mickey shouted and in a matter of seconds there were five guards filing into the dining room. He turned to me. "Go to your room, doll. Please."

"But I want to stay!" I argued, glancing toward Tiny and meeting his eyes with the hunger in mine. Then I dragged my gaze downward over the intense bulge of his biceps and the heavy flex of his forearms. "You can't, baby," Mickey replied. "Just go upstairs. I'll come and get you in a minute. I promise."

I'm not sure what came over me at that moment. Aside from the exquisite throbbing in my core. With Mickey's dismissal, my clit began to pulse. As if *begging* me to *beg* him. So I did it. I asked him. With a rough tug of the front of his shirt, I pulled his face closer to mine and said, "I want you both in my room... *now*."