Maid for the Mafia
Thief...

**ALEX**

By the time I made it to Mickey's house the only think that was there for me to find was trouble. Someone's men circled the gates as me and mine rolled up on the street, and all I knew was that they weren't Mickey's. I'm forced to shout at Drako to stop before we are within their line of sight.

"Fuck," Damien growled on my left.

"Son-of-a-bitch!" I shouted. *He did it. That bastard did it. He must have killed Romano or Angeletto or both. He must have. Now he's lit a fuse for certain.*

"We still have Enzo in lock-up," Damien reminded me. "This isn't looking good. If they goes hunting for him at your place too. You know what it will look like if they find him."

"Then this will look like some unsanctioned takeover. I know, I know, damn it, I know! Fucking Mickey!" I shouted, "Cut left here Drako, take us to the restaurant. I have to find out what happened."

"What if she's in there, Alex?" Damien asked, his eyes slithering over the suspicious cars that were idling at Mickey's gates.

They couldn't get in without being killed, that much I was sure of, but still.

"She's not," I reassured him. "Mickey's stupid, yes. But not dumb. He wouldn't have done anything like I believe he has done unless he had her stashed somewhere safe."

Damien considered, then nodded. "Right. Which also means..."

I growled, "That I don't* know where he's taken her. Correct." *Please let Mickey have been smart enough to dispose of the body properly.*

"Mickey is hot-tempered. He might have wanted to make a show of Romano's death," Damien reminded me and all I can do is groan.

"Fucking idiot," I snarled. "Let us just hope that Romany hasn't fucked his brains out and he's still able to use his head." *I know how powerful that is weapon is between her legs and God help me, I seem to be the only one with the ability to control myself.*

*Okay, maybe not completely, but mostly.*

*Then what are you doing out here, Alex? Why not just wait for her to come back?*

*Because self, Mickey is a fucking thief. He stole time with my angel without my permission.*

*It has nothing to do with anything else. She's mine to decide for. By her own signature, shes mine.*

*I will decide who and when and what fucks her. Me. He's a thief... and she is in soooo much trouble.*

"I will punish her for this. So harshly. She wants to fuck everyone? Fine. That can be arranged. But it will be arranged *by* me," I can't help the venomous words as they are spouted from my lips, I'm that fucking angry. Damien tensed next to me and I rolled my eyes.

"Don't say a goddamned thing," I warned him. "I know you're in love with the little slut."

"You fucked her, didn't you?" He asked, and the betrayal in his voice is hard to miss. "And I'm not talking about that bullshit you pulled on her with Enzo, and Paul. With Antony." He glared at me. "You fucked her in your office that morning when the cops showed up. Then again, after you dealt with Stella."

Ignoring the violence in his gaze, I didn't answer him. Simply gritted my teeth and gazed out the window at the long line of traffic we were about to be stuck in once we breached the Eastside border. "Fuck I hate the city. Drako, avoid the main streets. Back streets only! I refuse to be stuck in traffic like a sitting duck."

Damien wasn't deterred. "Son-of-a-bitch," he growled. "You did. *That's why we're here and *that's* what has you so angry." He began to laugh, maniacal and humorless. "Some friend you are. Poor Ruby."

"Poor *Ruby*?" I chortled. *Poor me! Ruby's cousin was not supposed to be as tempting a harlot as she is! It should have been easy to keep my hands off of her.* "You just keep pretending that Ruby is what you are upset about, when I *know* that's not what it is."

He lost his smile, sneering at me in open disdain. "You're right. It's not. I wanted her. *Actually* wanted her. As a person. Not as a plaything. But you couldn't even let me have that, could you?"

I flinched, the honesty in his tone barrelling into my gut. "Is it safe to assume that you don't want her now, then?"

He smiled. "No. It's not. I'll have her in the end. My game is much longer than yours is, Alex. Because I'm willing to do what you're not. We both know you'll never settle down with anyone you *actually* have feelings for."

I chuckled, "And *who* is it that I have feelings for? The only *feelings* that I have are locked inside my dick. They don't travel any higher than that."

"Sure they don't," Damien taunted. "That must be why you want Enzo dead then. Because your *dick* hurts."

*Oh my dick definitely hurts. Especially after my Angel kicked me there this afternoon. But she's going to pay for that too. "Think what you want to, Damien. I could really care less," I said, coldly.

He didn't back down. "You're probably going to have to marry into one of the other families, now - what, with everything that's happened. So, you can lie to me if you want to, but I can see how much you're changing already. Unlike you, I can make her my wife."

*Over my dead body.*

I shouldn't care. I don't. I won't.

At least, that's what I told myself as we crept up on *Bella Bambola* and as a team of Romano's thugs stepped out of the restaurant and into their vehicles.

"Where's Romano?" Damien asked. "They're leaving without him? Why?"

"They don't look angry," I said, curiously.

"No," Damien conceded, "they don't."

"Maybe Mickey is smarter than I gave him credit for," I said.

*Or maybe... the true fuckery was about to begin.*