Maid for the Mafia
Santos

**RUBY**

When I come to, I'm chained to something much more comfortable than before and I growl.

*Goddamnit. I'm in a bed, aren't I? This bastard has finally made good on his threat to give me to his men.* Fucking coward.

It's dark as pitch in this space and there's absolutely *zero* give in the chains that have me spread eagled across this monstrously large bed, but I can feel his presence. I *know* he's in here watching me.

"Too much of a coward to leave me any feeling in my limbs?" I asked into the dark, knowing he *hates* when I refer to him as what he is. A *coward.*

A dark chuckle filtered toward me in black open space. By now, my eyes should have adjusted at least a little, and the fact that they haven't tells me that this room is primarily black in the daylight. A dim light goes on near the far wall and now I can see him standing next to a bar. Santos. And just like every other time I've laid eyes on him, he is beautiful. Too beautiful, really.

His pale blue eyes find mine as he pours himself a drink. "I like you like that. Angry and at my mercy. I can't tell you how much it turns me on."

"What?" I snapped, doing a mental inventory of myself as my brain cleared of the fog the drugs he pumped into me induced before I passed out. I'm still dressed, praise God. I can feel the fabric of my pants shift when I try to move and hear the stiffness of the dried blood on my shirt crackle. Oddly enough, I've been here over a month and the blood isn't mine, it belongs to his men that tried to manhandle me when I first got here. *Before* he conjured up the good sense to drug me, I was handcuffed and left hanging on a long hook in a cell. The very first of his men that came for me learned *very* quickly that they should have secured my legs too. I snapped the bastard's neck with my thighs. The very last breath he took was with my pussy in his face. I still smile when I think about that. Three more came in right after him and at first, I had no idea we were being watched until one of said men got it in his head to try and rape me. Santos shot him in the head at point blank range as the bastard fondled my tits. His blood has long since dried.

Santos hasn't hurt me even once, save for the countless times he's injected me with dope to keep me sedated. I'm actually surprised given that he knows I was here to kill him. However, he did threaten me trying to get me to turn on Alex and

come over to the side. He swore that if I continued to decline his offer, he would give me to his men, then kill me. So that has to be what this is. That has to be what I'm doing here, chained to a bed.

Santos creeps in closer to me, the dark mohawk of his hair coming into focus as well as the muscles of his chest. *He's not wearing a shirt. Why? Why is he not wearing his shirt while I lay here chained to a bed?* At least he's still wearing pants. But God he looks good without a shirt. The dark mocha of his skin is hairless and smooth. The sparse glint of light ricocheting off his muscles (of which he has *many*) and causing them to play in movement against each other. He's so bulked with muscle, it's almost unreal. It makes me wonder if steroids are a part of his daily regime. Long, scripted ink dances across his bulging pectorals, too fancy for me to read, but sexy as hell nonetheless.

*Shit. I think I'm wet. Not good.*

"Have you yet reconsidered my offer, Miss Dubois?" he asks, moving closer and eyeing me up so slowly I could almost swear he can see my pussy trembling. "I'd really hate to treat my men to a beauty such as you. They'd ruin you for sure. And like I told you before, I don't want to see that happen to you."

"Then *don't* give me to them," I snapped. "But I'm not accepting your offer."

He tsks, reaching out to run a greedy hand over my body and try as I might, I can't keep myself from moaning, so I swallow the sound as best I can. Of course, he notices anyway and his eyes spark with blue fire. "Ruby..." he trails off, standing. "I'm so sorry. I hate that I have to do this to you."

I grit my teeth, fury lighting me up from the inside out. "No you're not. If you were, you wouldn't do it."

He ignores that, turning around and calling out, "Rogelio! Enter."

*I will not cry. I will not.*

"I hate you," I whispered, even though I know it won't matter.

"As if you didn't already," he said shortly, walking away as one of his men steps toward the bed and begins to get undressed.

"I didn't," I responded honestly, my voice a breath above a whisper.

I watch the muscles tense in Santos' back as his man steps past him.

"Hello firecracker," Rogelio leers, grabbing the front of his pants in a crude and disgusting gesture. "I have been dying to fuck you and guess who won the draw to go first? I did."

"You better hope my vagina doesn't have any teeth then," I hissed. "Because the moment you penetrate me I promise you are a dead man."

Rodelio chuckles, discarding the remainder of his clothes and eyeing me up as he licks his lips. "I don't fucking think so. You look pretty goddamned helpless to me." Then he climbs on top of me, cutting my clothes off easily and try as I might with his knife, I can't help the grunt of pain that leaves my body as the knife knicks my leg. All I can do now is close my eyes, displacing myself as Rogelio rips off my panties and groans. "Already wet, huh? Nice."

"Not for you I'm not. Pig!" I snapped.

Maybe that's what does it, maybe it's not, I don't know. All I do know is one minute Rogelio is on top of me and the next he's flying into the wall.

I gasp in shock as Santos kneels down next to my face and slides a hand over my mound. "Tell me Ruby, who are you wet for then? Hmm?"