Maid for the Mafia
Both of us Are

**ROMANY**

The room Simone has been assigned to was on the posterior side of the house. It had all the comforts that *my* suite had back at Alex's, but with one major difference. There weren't any walls separating the sitting area from the bedroom, and the entire wall on the south side was built from paneled glass. A set of modern glass doors led you out onto the grand balcony that stretched the entire length of the house. Serving not only Simone's suite, but the five or six others on this side of the hall. Both ends of the terrace had matching stone stairs that spiraled down to the pool deck below. There were lounges and patio seats stationed every fifteen feet or so, each set just outside of their respective balcony doors. We've only been here for thirty minutes, and already, I preferred Mickey's place to Alex's bustling manor. It was peaceful here. Homey. I don't know *why* Mickey spends as much time as he does over there, when he has this place to come home to. I sure as hell wouldn't if I had a place like this. Even if Alex *was* my cousin.

The interior was bright and open, decorated in elegant ivories and burnished gold. Now, I studied myself in Simone's full length mirror, captivated by the unfamiliar beauty staring back at me. I hardly recognized myself. "You look perfect!" Simone gushed, circling as she admired my gown.

"I know!" I agreed, with a chuckle. "It's the dress! It's..." I trail off, spinning around to look at the mold of my ass draped in gold coined mesh. The entire garment was made from soft woven netting and row upon row of dangling coins. It fell over my body like a cape of of soft metal, expertly designed to *barely* conceal flesh. It was completely open in the back and scandalously low in the front, with high slits in each side that parted in a sea of gold whenever I moved. The netted design provided *plenty of ventilation, and just enough coverage to keep my wear of it legal. It fit so perfectly, I could almost believe it had been made for me.

*Maybe it was...*

The first thing Mickey said to us when we stepped through the front doors, was that he would be taking us out to his favorite restaurant for dinner. Instructing Bruno (or as I prefer to call him, 'Pinch') to escort Simone up to the corner suite, he assured her there would be an entire closet full of things for her to choose from. Before I could follow after her, he took me by the hand and led me into the corner of his living room. There, without so much as a smile, he handed me a large white gift box draped in lavender ribbon and ordered me to go upstairs and put it on.

At first, I was a little put off by his command, especially because of the manner in which he gave it. *By shoving a box in my arms and growling at me to hurry up and put it on....? Really?* The box jangled when I started up the stairs and I had the horrible thought that I was going to find lingerie and a fucking set of shackles inside. For the first few minutes, I simply stared at the damn thing. Perfectly gift wrapped in a box drizzled with shimmering pixie dust, expensive silk bows tied all around it. I'm not gonna lie, my mind went a few places and I began to explore different scenarios for why Mickey was suddenly being so cold. Men like him, doubtless, had the capacity to shock me and I didn't want this to end up being another '*Alex*' moment.

But, after seeing Simone emerge from the bathroom with stars in her eyes, garbed in a gorgeously cut, silver and kohl gown - I shook off my PASD (post-ALEX-stress-disorder) and I opened the box.

Now, I'm standing here dressed like an Egyptian Goddess and wondering what kind of place demanded a gown this extravagant, just to serve you dinner.

After quickly styling each other's hair, and applying just a touch of lip gloss, eyeliner, and mascara, we stood enraptured. It was a remarkably different feeling than I was used to having about myself. Finally stepping away from the mirror, Simone and I headed down the hall, hand in hand.

Mickey's voice could be heard as we descended. He stood with his back to us, speaking to his men in low, hushed tones. It appeared that all five of us were going, which was a pleasant surprise. Especially after I got close enough to see that Tiny and Pinch had changed as well. Because, *Sweet Jesus*... Tiny.

*Holy shit, he looks amazing.* I already knew he was deliciously built and adorably handsome, but I was used to seeing him in casual attire. Jeans and t-shirts, mostly. Never anything even remotely formal, and nothing like he was wearing now. There was just something about the way he filled out these clothes that was*ridiculous.*

*Thank God I chose to keep my bikini bottoms on, or might have left a trail of wet heat all over the floor .*

Tiny was wearing black slacks and a crisp button down dress shirt. He had the sleeves unbuttoned and neatly folded up over his forearms, showcasing the exceptional flex of his extensors and the colorful dragons riding on top of them. The thick bulges of his biceps and triceps were even more apparent, now that they were trapped behind a constricting white cotton blend. My eyes followed every line of his body, from the devastating width of his shoulders to the powerfully developed muscles of his thighs. Three buttons were undone at the top of his shirt, and the slight sliver of flesh that peeked out was dark with ink. He looked dangerous and incredibly sexy. The day he cracked Enzo's head into Alex's glass table suddenly comes to mind, and just like that my mouth turns into a ball of cotton socks, and I am very, very thirsty.

The sharp sound of our heels on the marble floor stops all conversation, and the three men turn our way.

"We're ready," I said, my eyes studying Mickey's face for any sign of approval. "What do you think?"

I don't know why I asked him. It was pretty damn clear what he thought just in the way that he was breathing. "You're fucken gorgeous in that dress," Mickey said, his green eyes darkening as they traveled over every tiny little inch of exposed skin. "I knew you would be."

"Holy shit," Tiny hissed almost too quietly, but I heard him and I could feel him watching me.

"Bruno, pull the car around. Lets try and get out of here before our coach turns into a pumpkin," Mickey snapped, and I had a feeling his odd remark had something to do with Alex.

"Oh shit!" I exclaimed, just before stepping out the door. "I left my phone upstairs."

"You won't need it tonight," Mickey informed me, ushering me outside almost roughly. "It will be fine here."

"Okay, "I replied, thinking he was probably right. It was still off anyway, and I knew that if I turned it on I would just end up arguing with Alex.

As we stood there on the porch waiting for Bruno to pull up in the Tahoe, Mickey stepped up behind me and placed his lips to my ear. "You have no idea how long I've been waiting to give you this dress," he cooed, nearly growling as he traced his thumb down my back from the nape of my neck, to just above the swell of my ass.

I shivered, nearly moaning when he pressed himself into me from behind. My eyes caught on Tiny standing tense and quiet on my right. When he noticed me watching him, his shadowed brown eyes darkened, falling from my face to every curve of my body with devastating slowness. I licked my lips, suddenly desperate for moisture, as well as something to do with my mouth.

"Tonight," Mickey whispered, his hand sliding over my stomach to pull my back against the front of his chest, "I'm going to give you what you asked me for days ago. Both of us are."