Maid for the Mafia
Black and White

**ALEX**

It has been a week since I made that deal with Enzo and I have been drunk the entire time. It's been *six days* since my gorgeous little angel slapped me. I chuckled to myself remembering how angry I got when she did it... not to mention how turned on I was. I was willing to forgive her for it. Especially after all that she'd gone through. When I took her to my suite to explain *why* I was going to let it go, I found myself caught in her little trap.

*I kissed her.* I might as well cut off my balls and have them made into a necklace for her.

The most horrible part about that is that I want to do it again. Everytime I *look* at her, I want to. Which of course, is my problem because she hasn't spoken to me since she left my bed. *FLASHBACK - Six Days Ago*

*"I sold you. I sold you to them."*

*"What are you telling me, Alex?"*

*"I made a deal. A big one. You were the price. That is why I-"*

*"That is why you were treating me like an object? Referring to me as if I wasn't there? Because you made me a whore?"*

*I sighed, "You had disrespected me. I told you that I was going to punish you! I needed to teach you that Enzo was not who he pretended to be! You had to see it for yourself."* *"So, your solution was to let them abuse me?" she hissed.*

*"I didn't mean for it to happen that way," I said. "It was a mistake."*

*She slapped me again, and my face cracked with fire. I closed my eyes, willing myself to remain calm. Telling myself that if I choked the life out of her for it, that I would miss her.* *"Get off of me!" she said, pushing at my chest.*

*"No!" I told her, opening my eyes and grabbing her hands in mine.*

*"Get off me, Alex! Get off of me now!" she screamed.*

*I pinned her arms to either side of her head and pressed my body back against hers. "I don't know why you are surprised. You know what I am capable of."*

*"Fuck you, Alex! Get off!" she growled, panting.*

*I couldn't tear my eyes from hers. She felt perfect beneath me. Everything about her screamed for my attention. I wasn't ready for her hate yet.*

*"No," I whispered, then I leaned down and kissed her again. Losing all control as she kissed me back ferociously.*

*END FLASHBACK*

I flipped her over after that, entering her from behind and fucking her mercilessly. It was quick, but so fucking good. She clenched around me like a steel trap when she came, milking every drop from me. I've never had better. Not even from the girls I take to my playroom. I wanted to keep her there for hours, but the moment I went to the restroom she left.

Then I made the mistake of peeking in on her in her suite, just to make sure she wasn't packing. But what I saw, troubles me still.

She fell into the couch and screamed bloody murder, then she curled into a ball and started crying.

She cried for well over twenty minutes and I watched the entire time. Torturing myself as I drank shot after shot of whatever liquor was closest to my wrist.

Now, she only looks at me if I threaten her and when she does I can feel the hate in her eyes.

*Fuck you Ruby. Wherever you are.*

The door to the Meeting room opened and I glared. "The three of you are late."

"By two minutes, cousin. Relax," Mickey said, taking his regular seat.

Damien and Tiny did the same.

I scowled at them, "Why am I just learning that Enzo Conti has been in our lockup for six fucking days?"

Mickey chuckled. "Must have forgot to mention it."

"This is not a joke, Mickey. He may not have Midtown anymore, but he still runs most of the Northside. He can't simply disappear."

Mickey's eyes went cold, and I knew what he was thinking about. Romany. "To be honest. I thought you knew. I told you I shot him in the leg and Tiny cracked his head on your table. Where the fuck did you think he went? To nurse his wounds in his room? *Home*, to reflect on all he's done?"

I groaned, rubbing my hands over my face. He was right. I should have known. But a certain curvy troublemaker has had my head wrecked since she got here.

Pulling out a cigar, I fired it up and sucked in a deep pull before meeting Mickey's eyes. "A man like him cannot go missing," I said flatly. "But he can turn up dead."

Mickey leaned back, remaining quiet for the moment. Damien and Tony seemed curious as well. They can sense it. They knew there was something going on with me. Never have I been the one to allow emotional anger to get the better of me. But just now, when I threw that little tidbit out there, they knew. I couldn't let them see how much power Romany suddenly had over me, so I had to straighten them out. "Don't you want to know why I want him dead?" I asked point blank.

Tiny said, "I think that part is obvious, Alex. We could all see that you were... remorseful-"

"Now stop!" I interrupted. "Don't you fucking dare! Remorseful? Don't paint me in color when you know I am black and white."

Mickey added, "Alex, we all saw you. We know-"

"You know?" I snorted. "The *only* thing you know is that I hate myself for what happened, but what you never stopped to ask why - why does he hate himself?" Damien rolled his eyes, buying in. "Okay, Alex. Why? Why did you hate yourself after making that despicable deal?"

I stared at him, perfectly aware that out of all of them, *he's* the most angry about what I did. I know Damien. He appears calm, he acts accordingly. But his anger is some of the worst I've ever seen. When he lets go of his control, he's inhuman. "*You* think it was because I harbor some type of guilt for the brutality of how she was treated. *You think* that I regret allowing those bastards to fuck her like some common whore. *That is what your pathetically romantic brain believes." I take another hit of my cigar. "But... you are wrong."