Maid for the Mafia
Repercussions

**ROMANY**

Every time I looked at Tiny now, all I could see were his dragons. The way his muscles looked against my naked body in the limo, when I rode him into oblivion and he pounded into me greedily, haunted me. He was beautiful and... strangely enough, somewhat shy.

How a man like him could be shy was beyond me, but it was obvious that he was. He had almost been afraid to touch me. His first movements had been unsure and unsteady. But when I impaled myself on him, he seemed to lose all control. God the man was glorious and the sex was more than wonderful. I wanted to bottle him up and sell him at fairs, he was so good.

And now that we stood in the beauty of Mickey's penthouse with nothing to do but wait, I couldn't get the sound of him out of my ears. The roar he released as he exploded inside of me still gave me goosebumps. "How's the food?" he asked me as I bit into my dessert after devouring my entree.

"Amazing," I said honestly, smiling at him and I dipped my spoon into my cake and offered him a bite.

He blushed furiously before taking the spoon into his mouth and swallowing the chocolate cake I offered him.

"How cozy," Mickey's voice sounded from the hallway and Tiny's body stiffened. "What have you two been up to?"

I turned around in my chair and met his eyes. They were a dazzling green, with something like jealousy lacing the edges of his gaze. Other than that, he looked just as calm and collected as he did when we left him at the restaurant. "Mickey," I said. "Took you long enough."

He chuckled, taking a seat on my right and pulling forward his untouched plate of pasta. "Don't tell me that you missed me, what with all the fun you had in the limousine before you got here." I went rigid, waiting for the so-called shoe to drop and Mickey to lose his temper. "Get that look off your face, doll. I'm not angry. Envious, definitely. Jealous, probably. But not angry."

I let loose with a hefty sigh of relief and watched his face for any kind of deceit, but I found none. So, I offered him a bite of my cake, holding the spoon to his lips for what seemed like forever before he relented and took the decadent cake into his mouth.

"How did it go?" I asked, feeling Tiny tense next to me and ignoring the slight shake of his head.

Mickey shrugged, taking a few hefty bites of his pasta. "Don't know what you're referring to, Doll."

Knowing it's a lie, my eyes narrowed on him. "Right. Sure you don't."

"Eat you cake," Mickey ordered, his eyes falling dark with something like satisfaction. "That's all you need to worry about at the moment."

Mickey's phone vibrated and after a quick roll of his eyes, he picked up the phone. "Hello?" The voice on the other end was too low for me to make out, but the sudden alarm in Mickey's eyes spoke volumes. He was listening intently, each bite of his food becoming more and more pronounced. His eyes met with Tiny's as he stood from his seat, gesturing for Tiny to follow him. "We'll meet you there."

Tiny groaned, then stood slowly, blowing me a kiss before stepping out of the dining room and into the hall.

As Mickey hung up the phone, he gazed at me. "I know this isn't what I promised you, doll. But certain actions have repercussions and I have to go. I want you to finish eating and enjoy the penthouse. Have you had a chance yet, to explore?" "No! But wait a minute! You can't be leaving me here alone! Right?"

He frowned, pulling me up into his engrace and locking me against his arms. He put his mouth on my ear and whispered, "I have to meet Alex for some business at my house. Have a swim in the tub then get some rest. Tiny and I will be back as soon as possible. I promise."

"No, Mickey! I don't want to be here alone! Where are you going? Where is Simone?"

"Simone's with Bruno. She's fine. They've got a room at my casino," he said smoothly. "We have something we absolutely *have* to take care of. You'll be fine here until we get back. Nobody knows about this place except for me and Tiny." I glared, pulling Mickey's body back against mine in a flash of heat. I whispered, "You better not do anything to him. Everything we did in that limo was my idea. Not his."

Mickey chuckled, his bright green eyes glossy. "Tiny's my best guy, doll. I would never. I know what you did. That was *my* limo you were in. Did you really think I wouldn't be watching?" He asked and my cheeks flamed with both embarrassment and excitement. He licked his lips and leaned in closer. "I saw *everything* and all it did was make me want you more. Tonight, when we get back, I'll be taking that one piece of you that no one has had yet." He groaned, squeezing my ass and causing me to shudder.

"But I've never-I-I" I stammered, fear and lust at the thought strumming through my veins.

"Tonight? You will. And I promise you're going to love it," he moaned, taking my lips into his for a brutal kiss. "We're going to fill you up. You're going to explode so many different times you'll never think of anything but us ever again." Despite the promise of pain and ecstasy, worry gnawed at my insides. "I don't want either of you hurt," I said, clutching him against me.

"Relax, doll. I've been obsessed with you for too long for anything to stand in the way of having you. Nothing will stop me from getting back to you. Nothing." Then he turned around and began to walk away. "Mickey?" I called out.

He stopped in his tracks, but didn't look back. "Yes doll?"

"That story you were telling me at the restaurant. The one about the man and that woman he was obsessed with. Were you talking about-"

"You, doll. You. I was talking about you... and me."

Then he disappeared out of the front doors, leaving me shuddering and breathless in his wake.