Maid for the Mafia by Jaylee

Both of us Are

F*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 paseats 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, | preferred

Mickey's place to Alex's bustling manor. It was peaceful here. Homey. | don't know *why* Mickey spends as much

tas he does over there, when he has this place to chto. | sure as hell wouldn't if | 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, | 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!" | agreed, with a chuckle. "It's the dress! It's..." | 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 | moved. The netted design provided *plenty of ventilation, and just enough coverage to

keep my wear of it legal. It fit so perfectly, | 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 | 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 | could

follow after her, he tookby the hand and ledinto the corner of his living room. There, without so much as

a smile, he handeda large white gift box draped in lavender ribbon and orderedto go upstairs and put it

on.

At first, | 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 atto hurry up and put it on....? Really?* The box jangled when I started up the

stairs and | had the horrible thought that | was going to find lingerie and a fucking set of shackles inside. For the

first few minutes, | 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 | began to

explore different scenarios for why Mickey was suddenly being so cold. Men like him, doubtless, had the capacity

to shockand 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 - | shook off my PASD (post-ALEX-stress-disorder) and | 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 | was used to having about myself. Finally stepping away

from the mirror, Simone and | 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 | got

close enough to see that Tiny and Pinch had changed as well. Because, *Sweet Jesus*... Tiny.

*Holy shit, he looks amazing.* | already knew he was deliciously built and adorably handsome, but | 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 | 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 | 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," | said, my eyes studying Mickey's face for any sign of approval. "What do you think?"

| don't know why | 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 | 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 | had a feeling his odd remark had something to do with Alex.

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

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

"Okay, "I replied, thinking he was probably right. It was still off anyway, and | knew that if | turned it on | 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 behindand

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 intofrom behind. My eyes caught on Tiny standing tense

and quiet on my right. When he noticedwatching 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 askedfor days ago. Both of us are."

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