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Maid for the Mafia by Jaylee

Chapter 21
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Mickey Savo **ROMANY** For the next four days I pretty much kept to myself. Closed up in my suite reading and allowing my skin to heal. I hadn't seen Damien or Alex or even his cousin Mickey, since that last morning when I threw the bacon in Stella's face. According to Stella, they went on a business trip and didn't think to tellbecause, apparently, 'I am not important'. As much as I didn't want to let it bother me, I couldn't help but feel a *little* hurt. I didn't care that Alex didn't tell me, but I was honestly a bit surprised that Damien didn't either. Although I was grateful for the reprieve from the wild dynamic that was my new life, I was starting to get worried because Ruby still had not returned.

Even worse, she wasn't answering my texts.

So despite the fact that I appreciated only having to swap barbs with Stella during mealtimes, I was going to be needing those men back soon so that I could find out what was going on with my cousin. If something had gone wrong for her, I deserved to know about it.

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Dressing in a short, flowy white sundress, with a vee neckline so low that it stopped just above my belly button, I smiled at my reflection. This dress was one of my favorites, and sexy as hell. It made my ass look like the promise of heaven and showcased my cleavage in such a way that has *literally* stopped traffic. With Alex and Damien gone, I had begun to enjoy flaunting my curves in front of Stella and the first floor maids. They hated me, that much was obvious, but I just couldn't really bring myself to give a damn.

Heading down to breakfast with a tolerant smile and a sinister sway to my hips, I psyched myself up for a new morning of breakfast bitch banter. So when I stepped into the dining room and found Mickey instead of Stella, I almost growled. "Where the hell is Stella?" I snapped without thinking.

He grinned, looking up from his plate just long enough to swallowwith his eyes. "Damn," he hissed, falling back against his chair and away from his already loaded plate. "Sweet goodness you are fine." Mickey was seated on *my* side of the table in the seat farthest from Alex's. A fact that for sinexplicable reason, seemed to fire my temper. I glared at him. "You're in my seat." He grinned, his eyes locking on my cleavage. "You are more than welcto sit on my lap, beautiful." I ignored that, stomping toward the head of the table with new purpose as a particularly devilish idea took shape. I knew exactly where I wanted to sit and I couldn't wait to get there. Without so much as a pause I slid into Alex's chair... at the head of the table.

Mickey drew in a sharp breath, his eyebrows going straight up as I began to load the plate in front ofwith everything on the menu, including the sausage.

"Are you sure that's a good idea?" he asked softly.

"No," I said honestly, as I began to eat.

He began to laugh quietly, shaking his head as he continued to checkout. As he tilted his head to study my legs under the table, his emerald eyes seemed to sparkle with admiration. "If anything is going to save you from what you just did. Let it be those legs." I couldn't wait to see Stella's face when she arrived. *If* she arrived. As it was, she was usually here right on time. The fact that she was late was mildly concerning and *should* have served to warnthat something was brewing, but I remained blissfully unconcerned like the dummy that I am.

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The sound of Mickey's chair scraping back and the plate next to mine being replaced with his, was like the blaring of a storm siren that tells you to evacuate or to take cover. The m she cover. was seated, my body moment ent he tensed, almost as if it sensed impending doom. I studied him for al moment. He was built well. Not as bulked with muscle as Damien or Alex, but you could tell that he was well toned in the line of his exposed forearms and the corded muscles at his neck. He was just a little slender in build than they were. A little more languid in his movements, a little more deliberate.

As he watchedeat, I took note of the way his eyes roamed my body.

He didn't try to hide what he wasn doing at all, in fact every tI leaned doing at forward over my plate he would crane his neck to get a better view of my cleavage. "Are you going to *eat* or stare?" I snapped finally, reaching forward for the pitcher of fresh juice. "Most *definitely* eat," he replied softly, stopping my hand on the pitcher, before taking it fromto pour a good amount in my glass.

"Thank you," I said cautiously, my eyes narrowed.

He flasheda grin that, weirdly enough, completely transformed his face from sleazy pervert to carefree playboy almost like it was his superpower. "You're welcDoll." "That's not my name," I said sweetly, granting him a smile of my own that I knew looked faker than Stella's dye job.

"I am aware of that," he replied, finally eating again. "I know exactly who you are," he said slowly and something about his voice hadlooking up. Pretending that he didn't notice my to eat. When attention, he content to he spoke next he did so over his plate as he cut into his sausage and his voice was so low I could hardly hear him, he said, "In fact, I know more about you than anyone else here. I know you were a student. I know you were expelled." He took a bite, chewing his food thoughtfully as his green eyes took on an entirely different light. "I know why you were expelled." mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLliI0fiflO&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLliIofifl0&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1