Maid for the Mafia

**ROMANY**

"These clothes are for me?" I ask, sifting through all the items that Santos hung in the closet next to his own.

"Yeah. Unless you want to wear *that* for your entire time here."

"And just how long will my entire time be?" I ask, gazing around the incredible space. The decor is beach themed, as many homes like this one tend to be, but the focus seems to be on turtles which for some reason, I like very much. The dark wood floors and matching tabletops create a soothing, homey atmosphere the likes of which I've never personally had the pleasure of enjoying. The open plan kitchen and living room are on the other side of the house, leaving an I-shaped stairway and patio door to separate the common areas of the space with the master suite. A master suite that is almost an apartment in itself as it contains a small bar, large sitting room, extravagant bathroom and giant sleeping quarters. The bed is king sized, but even so, Santos insists that he'll take the couch should I be uncomfortable having him in my bed.

And *am I* uncomfortable with it?

Fuck yeah I am.

Why?

Because if Ruby loves him the way that he claims she does, then I'm not having the big bastard in bed with me. Not even for a night or two.

It's not that she's the jealous type, hardly, it's that *I* am, and I would hate for any of my guys to do that to me. Have some chick in their bed. Ha! No! Fuck that.

You might be thinking... *But Romany, what if it's to keep the poor girl safe?*

My answer?

Fuck her and her safety. The bitch can die.

**RUBY**

"What is your name?" I ask Santos' man when we are all piled into Ana Romano's small yet efficient jet. "And I don't mean your last." He's strapped in next to me on this twelve passenger plane, and I will keep him next to me until such time as I have Antonio within my grasp.

"Diego," he says from beneath the ice pack that little Miss Ana was kind enough to grant him.

"Well Diego, it's time to use your phone. Text your boss and tell him that we are on our way. In fact nevermind-" I frisk him until I find the thing in his front pocket, then I swiftly unlock it to pull up a new thread."-I'll do it."

"He's not going to answer you," Diego hisses, wincing as he pulls the ice away from his face. "Especially if Ruiz is around. He won't want you in danger."noveldrama

I almost burst into a fit of giggles. "Doesn't want me in danger? That fucker kept me in danger for almost two months. High as fuck most of the time, too! Besides, he's the one in danger so he better fucking answer me, damn it!" Fingers flying, I tap out a message warning him about Ruiz and hit send. I was going to push it and tell him we were on our way to New Zealand, but I enjoy the element of surprise too goddamn much and decided to ask him where he was instead. "I'll go ahead and hold onto this for you until we've got your boss in front of us."

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Just then a text comes through on the phone and I almost get excited until I see that it's Tiny. The big bastard.

UNKNOWN CALLER- Hey. Let me talk to the Raider.

D.P.- That is no longer my name, but it'll do for present purposes only. What do you want, asshole?

UNKNOWN CALLER- I've just landed. Thought you might like to know where I'm headed.

D.P.- No need to seduce me, T. Save the foreplay for my cousin. Just give me the facts. UNKNOWN CALLER- So I have your blessing to date your cousin?

D.P.- Motherfucker is that really all you got from that?

UNKNOWN CALLER- About 40 miles west past Karekare Falls, there's a handful of private homes on the water. One is owned by Guadalupe Ramirez. Jaime Ramirez is a registered pilot that owns a private jet. A jet his family could never afford on their own. The very same jet that is even now in the hangar of the airport.

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D.P.- Jesus Christ. Are you sure you're not the stalker?

UNKNOWN CALLER- Thanks for your blessing. ;) You're late.

*What a douchebag!* However, I like him. I always have. If I were to pick anyone for my cousin. It would be the one smart enough to stay out of the spotlight, yet stupid enough to be the first one on the beach. Plus, I happen to know, Tiny has the capacity for the kind of life I want Romany to have. The kind her mother would have wanted her to have.

I promised my aunt when I was ten years old that I would always look out for her daughter and I intend to keep that promise. Romany should never have been allowed into Alex's world, but I knew that a year as Alex's maid not only would have set her up for life, but she could have paid to go to any other school she wanted to. She would never have had to deal with pricks like Matthew ever again.

But the moment I knew the job wasn't going as planned, the moment I knew I was going to take longer - I should have demanded she go and stay at my place until my return. Fool that I am, I actually thought I meant something to that dumb son-of-a- bitch in the back of the plane. The bastard that wouldn't even be *on* this flight with us except...

Back at his house... when I tried to deny him... I'd never seen him so panicked in my life. And when he pulled out Matthew's confession along with six of the asshole's fingers in a box, then showed me the deed to the Midtown Club and whom it now belonged to, I suppose I caved a little. But... we still cannot be friends. At least not as far as I can see. However, if by some small miracle I do decide to *try* and forgive him

- nah, nevermind - nope, it won't work. I can't forgive him.

Ahem... What I meant was - should I ever decide to be civil with him???

I'm still gonna peg that bastard one night under the light of a full moon and record every little minute of it. He's gonna be a household name. A fucking movie star with millions of subscribers. Immortal.

Oh yeah, Alex is *getting* fucked. *That* is non negotiable.