Maid for the Mafia

**ROMANY**

I woke up in an unfamiliar bed, in an unfamiliar room, in a large, fluffy unfamiliar robe. My head throbbed, my neck ached, and my body was so sore I felt like I'd taken a fall down the stairs. Sitting up carefully, I slid my body back against the headboard of the enormous bed I was in, moaning a bit when my vision went swimming. Taking a deep breath, I then tried to put together how the fuck I got there. My brain felt a bit fuzzy, and I knew that something awful had happened to me but it was taking me a second to put it all together.

I remembered Mickey and the pool. I remembered getting dressed to go and look for him, or to explore the house, or *something...* But the rest ws a little harder to put together. It was like there was this *gap* where my memory should be and I simply couldn't get to it. *Fuck.*

Glancing around the space again, now that my vision had cleared, I noticed some clothing on the foot of the bed. I blinked a few times, my eyes focusing. *My dress!* That's my dress at the foot of the bed and it's... ruined. Shit... I closed my eyes working back to the last thing I remembered, which was coming down the stairs and then heading for... the *kitchen*? *Was I?*

"Fuck!" I screamed, then regretted it instantly when my head started to pound. "Shit," I whined to myself.

"Dinner is here for you, Miss Dubois," a soft voice said. A voice that was much closer than expected.

I opened my eyes. One of the maids that was always glaring at me stood there holding a breakfast tray with one of those silver domed plates on top of it. *She just called me Miss Dubois.* Where am I again? Did I like, fall into a portal or something? She was even looking at me strangely. Well, strangely for *her.* She appeared concerned for me... worried. *No bitch. No way. You;re not gonna fool me with that shit.*

"Why are you serving me? You don't even like me. And where the fuck am I?" I snapped.

She huffed, stepping closer to the bed and arranging the tray over my lap gently. As she came away she whispered, "I am sorry for the way I treated you before." Her eyes lowered guiltily, "I was told when you got here, that you were a whore that Mister DeMarco hired to pleasure the men."

I glared, my eyes bulging. "What the fuck? Alex said I was a whore?" *I'll kill him. I'll rip off his tiny little balls and wear them around my neck on a chain.*

She shook her head frantically. "No-no! Not Mister DeMarco. It wasn't him." She sighed. "His assistant. Miss Stella. She told all of us that you were not to be respected."

*I think there might actually be steam rising from my ears right now.* "And you all just"-I threw up my hands carelessly-"believed her."

She nodded, ashamed. "She runs the house staff. We had no reason to doubt her."

I suppose they wouldn't. I nodded, but I was still unimpressed by it. "How sad it is that you would let someone else decide who and what you should respect. I, for one, would have preferred to ignore that order and show respect anyway. But that's just me. What do I know, of course. Silly whore that I am."

She tsked, rolling her eyes. "Well, I have apologized. I will be back for the tray."

"Wait," I called out, lifting the dome to find a delicious looking plate of roast duck and vegetables.

"Yes?"

I studied her. She was about my age. Pretty, with a slight build. Her dark hair was in a tight bun and her brown eyes were almost feline shaped. "Where am I? This is not my room."

She smiled, and if I'm not mistaken, blushed. "You are in Mister Savo's room." She frowned. "After what happened, he carried you here and had me change you into his robe while you slept. "Who is Mister Savo?" I asked, my brows furrowed.

She grinned, "Mickey Savo. I can only call him Mister Savo."

*I'm in Mickey's bed?* Oh...my...

"What is your name?" I asked her as I began to take tiny bites of my food.

"Me? I'm Simone."

"Simone," I repeated. "That's a lovely name."

"Thank you," she simpered.

"Simone, can you tell me... what *did* happen to me?" I inquired.

Her eyes went wide. "You don't remember! Oh no... Well, maybe the medicine he gave you to relax, disturbed your memory. You were attacked by a guard. Mickey found you and saved you!"

*'Do it...Go for it and let's see how many different ways I can paint the room with your fucking brains'.* Mickey's voice.

Oh shit! That's right! *I remember now!* That fucking big bald dickwad that served me wine for dinner. "Holy shit," I whispered. "Yes. That's right." I looked at her and smiled. "Thank you Simone. Um... where is Mickey-Mister Savo, right now?" Her face became guarded. "He is with some of the other guards. I am not permitted to speak of the place that they're in. No one is."

I nodded. *Well that figures.* "But he *is here*, right? Here at the house?"

She nodded solemnly. "If you would like, I can ask another of the guards to fetch him for you."

"Please," I said gratefully. "And Simone, one more thing."

"Yes?"

"Who told you that I *wasn't* a whore. I mean - how did you come to realize that Stella lied?"

She lifted her chin and shrugged. "One of the maids called you 'the whore' when Mister Savo asked her to change you. After he disciplined her for it... he set her and the rest of us straight."

"He disciplined her?" I exclaimed. "How???"

She laughed, "He had all of the maids slap her, one by one." Her lips twitched. "There are quite a few of us and... well... I think we all enjoyed it a bit *too* much."

As Simone left, I was still reeling. I giggled to myself when I thought of the reaction Stella was going to have when *her* maids refused to disrespect me. The thought was making me giddy. I couldn't wait to bring up all that she said in front of the entire table the next time we all shared a meal. *Silly pleasures...*

Speaking of pleasure... I was suddenly very eager to see Mickey again.

After I was done eating dinner, Simone returned for the tray and informed me that she'd sent for Mickey. I thanked her and readjusted myself in the bed, snuggling into the softness of the pillows as I waited for him to arrive. I must have dozed off again, because the next time I woke, it was pretty dark in the room. The only light coming from a pair of lit candles on the dresser and the closed bathroom door on the right.

*The shower is on.*

I realized immediately that he'd returned and was in there taking a shower. I nibbled my lips, chewing on them while I argued with myself about what I wanted to do. *What if he's turned off by it? Or what if it makes me seem desperate? Do I really have the balls to ask him?* Just then, the water shut off and the door swung open, revealing Mickey wrapped in a towel. His eyes went straight for me.

"Romany, you're awake."

I nodded, biting my lip.

"I didn't take you to your room, because I thought you would be safer here. Don't worry. I can sleep on the couch in the sitting room."

"No," I said firmly, my gaze wandering over his body. "I'd like you to sleep right here... with me... Please?"