Maid for the Mafia
Private Meeting

**ROMANY**

I was just about to head out to the pool and meet Simone, when my phone rang with Damien on the line. "Hello?" I said.

Silence...

"Damien?"

Silence.

*What the hell?*

I was about to hang up and call him back when I heard Alex's voice. Then Mickey's, Tiny's... and Damien's.

*They're having that private meeting!* Damien told me about it yesterday. He said my services would not be needed. *Did Damien butt dial me? Or what?*

But... they're having it right now... and I can hear everything. So of course, I sat down to listen.

*Are you sure about this Ro? You might not like what you hear!* But I couldn't hang up, so I turned up the volume instead.

Alex was speaking. *You think* that I regret allowing those bastards to fuck her like some common whore. *That* is what your pathetically romantic brain believes. But... you are wrong."

*Bastard! I hate that I fucked you. And I hate that I loved it.*

Mickey snarled, "Maybe I don't want to know then Alex. Because I'm already feeling like putting a bullet between your eyes, so forget it. I don't want to know."

*I'm going to give you a blow job sir, just for that.*

"That's too bad, because now I want to tell you," Alex chuckled. "You see, there was a point that I became disgusted with what they wanted from her, but that happened hours before she actually stepped into the room. It happened when they altered the deal to include Paul fucking Romano and Antony Angeletto's tiny little thirty percent of his club. I became *disgusted* when *Enzo* stepped outside of our carefully constructed circle and created an opportunity out of my little maid. It was one thing for him to offer for her, it was unforgivable for him to promote her."

*So Enzo approached him.* That was a little different, but not really. Because he still agreed to it.

"So that's why you want him dead? That's it?" Mickey asked.

"No... that's when I became disgusted. Pay attention please, I don't have any flashcards for you to study with later."

*Alex you're such a dick.*

"Fuck you," Mickey snapped.

Alex went on, and I could almost see him smiling like the prick he was. "Now, the reason I hate myself had absolutely nothing to do with how ruthlessly they abused her and everything to do with how cheaply I sold her." *Maybe I should hang up after all. Or maybe I should set his suite on fire.*

"You see, what I did not grasp at the time of the agreement, was how utterly desperate Enzo was just to taste her. And I blame Romany for that. It was her fault that my head was all fucked up and I didn't see the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. That morning she'd done such a number on me that I honestly began to feel like... like... one of *you* poor bastards. Sucking on her toes all day long, then painting her nails afterward."

"Again... fuck you, Alex," Mickey said.

"Ditto," said Damien.

Alex laughed, "She's a cunning little fox. And a whole hell of a lot smarter than Ruby or any of you."

"Fuck... you... Alex."

"She played me like a fucking fiddle that morning and she played me so well that she had me questioning myself. When Enzo first approached me, I was already in an altered state of mind. Romany had me feeling... connected to her. Special... to her! Suddenly I was feeling like she might be my..."

*What???*

"No fucking way," Mickey hissed.

"Yes."

*Be his what??? What are they talking about?*

"What the hell are you saying Alex? What did she do to you?" Damien asked, sounding irritated.

"She's a fucking witch. A seductive, powerful, beg for me witch, that poisons you with innocence and perfect breasts then fucks you up with raw animal hunger. She just has a way of making you feel-"

"Wanted." - Damien.

"Needed." Mickey. "Horny." - Tiny.

*Oh really? Is that right? Do I?*

Alex went on, "Okay... yes... all of that, but more. She's like a fucking auctioneer, each time you think you've got her the fucking price goes up!"

"Oh yeah. Yeah... I get it, That's a good one by the way," Mickey agreed.

*No blow job for you after all, jerk!*

"Enzo came to me with an offer five percent higher than my original bid," Alex submitted.

"Forty-five percent???"

?Yes. Exactly. He offered to basically make me the Midtown Executive Earner, but I turned him down. Not only have I had time to realize that fifteen percent controlling interest in the territory would only ensure they cook the books, but it doesn't give me any real power. So naturally, I pitched him something I was sure he would say no to. I asked for fifty percent instead, wanting to gain more than just controlling interest. At seventy percent, not only do I control the revenue, but I can create a deficit too. Having power over the deficit means I can control their captains too. I didn't think he would go for it. I was sure he wouldn't," Alex said.

"But he did," Mickey stated.

"Yes. He did," Alex said quietly.

"And gaining all that made you hate yourself?" Tiny snorted.

"No. It took Enzo less than thirty seconds to agree to my bid for the seventy. Meaning he gave up nearly half of his entire empire just to wet his dick inside of my fucking maid. I walked out of his suite that morning with controlling interest in the Midtown territory, yes, that much is true. But... what is also true, is that I could have* walked out of his suite with *ownership* of it."

*Are you serious? He hates himself because he could have asked for more? Is that why he's been moping around?*

*To think, I actually thought it was because of me.*

Mickey spoke next, "Enzo now holds the twenty percent that you *used* to."

"Precisely," Alex confirmed. "And I can tell you one thing, that twenty percent was the biggest joke he *ever* made at my expense. Twenty percent doesn't mean shit. I could have just as easily demanded seventy instead of fifty and he would have retired his hand over Midtown and popped a couple of Viagra just to celebrate."

"So you hate yourself because you could have sold her for more?" Damien snaps, with a chuckle. "Alex, you are un-fucking-believable. To be honest, I kind of hate you too, but more so just because you are you."

*My Dreamboat.*

"I tried to tell you to stop telling lies about me, but you refused to listen. Now you've got Romany thinking I walk the halls with the guilt of her exploits on my shoulders, when the truth is I get depressed when I look at her because each time that I do, all I see is the ninety percent that I didn't ask for."

*That stung. Tears filled my eyes, but I refused to back out now. I wanted to hear everything.*

"Fuck," Tiny grumbled.

Mickey giggled, "How are either of you surprised by this? I knew he didn't give a fuck about Romany. I knew."

*Here we go. Commence waterworks.*

Alex snarled, "Just because I see her value, differently than you do, does not mean that I don't give a *fuck* about her. Of course I do. How could I not? She is the gift that keeps on giving. And next time, I will know exactly what to charge for her."

*I can't wait until this meeting is over.*

"What the fuck?" Mickey's voice was cold with anger. "I'm warning you, Alex. No. Do not."

"She works for me," Alex hissed. "Not for you. She does what I tell her to." *Wanna bet, asshole?*

The silence lasted so long for a moment I thought I'd been cut off. But then...

Alex spoke, "You never asked me *why* I want Enzo dead."

"Why?" Mickey hardly whispers.

"I don't want Enzo dead because of the missing percentage," Alex growled. "I want him dead... because he pumped his unworthy, unwelcomed, unacceptable *seed* into my goddamned angel like he fucking owned her. He broke the fucking rules. I agreed to let him have her raw, but he knew that under no circumstances, was he to soil her with his fucking poison. He's a thief. I made myself absolutely clear that morning. I told him that *I* was going to be the first one if not the *only* one that got to fill her with my pleasure. The moment I realized what he'd done, I wanted to put a bullet in his head and skull fuck him until my cum was dripping from his ears. So now you know the truth. I hate myself for not *realizing how fucking precious Romany is to me and I want him dead because the moment Enzo propositioned me for her, he planned to disrespect me, by disrespecting her."

*And why did I find that little speech so fucking sexy?*

*And... why are my panties wet for him? For Alex? Again?*