Maid for the Mafia

**ROMANY**

Swallowing the rock that had lodged in my throat, I snatch my phone from the edge of the bed and attempt to look detached, but the way that Mickey is watching me is winding a coil of unease through my body.

I heard him when he said that he knew I had secrets and I remember my accidental avowal as to my knowledge of Santos spies. He didn't press me at the time, but to be fair, I was practically riding his cock at the time, so why would he?

Now though... he looks like he might have a few things to say.

"Is Damien's room unlocked?" I go for a swift change of subject, not wanting to give Mickey any extra time to contemplate interrogating me.

"Damien's room," he retorts, his breath hitching as if he's been insulted.

I roll my eyes, closing my robe and *his* jacket (now *my jacket* by the way, because I fully intend to keep it) around myself before daintily crawling over the end of his bed onto the floor. "All of my things are in his suite. He put them there. Not me. So, yeah, is Damien's room unlocked?"

Mickey grants me a half chuckle, his jewellike eyes sparkling down at me. "Probably. And if it's not, I'll have someone unlock it for you."

"Thanks," I say, pausing minutely as I stride past him to kiss his bare shoulder.

Before I walk away, he snatches my wrist, yanking me against his naked body to study my face. "I wish you trusted me enough to tell me everything, Doll. There is nothing I wouldn't forgive of you. I hope you know that. You're not like Stella-"

I snigger, "No fucken shit." But the connection he is making isn't lost on me and for a moment, I *am* a little scared of what he might know. Then I meet his eyes and what I see there is more than reassuring. It is comfort and love and adoration... protection... everything I could ever want without even a hint of maliciousness or doubt. I smile up at him, batting away the tears that suddenly burn to be set free. He would burn this world to the ground before he'd ever lay a finger on me in violence, I know it. "I *wish too,* but what I wish is for *you* to trust *me.* Sometimes things aren't so simple." Drawing in a deep breath I ask, "Do you think it's possible to love more than one person at the same time?"

He grins. "If there were two of you standing here? I would say, yes. But... there's only one, so no. Not as far as I'm concerned. Not for me. But like I told you before, Doll, I'd give you anything. You want a twelve man harem? Just say so. I'll fill my house with as many as you want. All handpicked by you. But not until after..."

"Y-your house..." I whisper, a picture of his modern manor glowing in the back of my mind. I remember it perfectly. The open stretch of balcony, the winding staircase that led down to the pool... the way it felt so much more like home than this place ever could. And... Simone is there.

"That's right," he confirms. "*My* house. It could be your house too, Doll. I..." He trails off, biting down on whatever it was he was about to offer me, although I don't know why.

"Did you say *twelve men?"*

He flaunts his most sensual smile while eyeing me up from top to bottom. "I did. I'd have to approve of them of course. Couldn't let anyone out dick me but... sure. Twelve. If that's really what you want," he stated, clearing his throat.

The look he gives me says he really *hopes* it isn't and I have to laugh. "Twelve is a whole lotta testosterone," I complain. "I don't think I'm *that* damn greedy. Nah," I whisper softly. "I'm pretty happy with what we've got going now. As far as *numbers* go anyway. My dance card is full." He laughs, relief filling his eyes. "But... what did you mean, after? After what?"

He swallows thickly, his eyes turning serious. "After you give me an heir. After you have my baby."

His eyes look almost wet as he stares down at me and I feel a thump in my chest as I realize how serious he is. "You really want that, don't you? You want *me* to have your baby."

He swallows, his head cocking to the left almost nervously as his face turns red with embarrassment. *Oh my god. He's fucking blushing.* I don't think I've ever seen Mickey anything other than completely confident and as far as I'm concerned, his stock just went up a thousand fold.

"I do," he whispers, stomping toward his closet to fish out a fresh new suit. "Why?" I hiss, watching him dress and ignoring my phone as it begins to ping in my hands. "Just because you need an heir? Is that the only reason?"

He glances at me sharply, disregarding my question for the moment, until he is fully dressed. Then he saunters toward me, his eyes dancing about my face in wonder, hope firing to life in his eyes. "No, Doll. It's not."

"Then what other reason could there be?"

"Because there isn't any other woman in this entire world that I would choose to carry a part of me inside of her. Only you."

*Well shit.*

*That's a damn good answer.*

"I'm not ready for a baby yet," I pant out, suddenly wanting to tumble him back onto the ground and fuck him silly.noveldrama

"I'll wait," he says coolly. Then he reaches up, tilting my chin toward his mouth, before kissing my lips so tenderly that I moan. With a bite of his lip he adds, "Feel free to linger in here for as long as you'd like, Alex is waiting for me. We'll be back as soon as possible. Keep your phone handy and keep it powered on." As he steps past me toward the entrance of his suite he says, "I'll save my other request for later."

As the door closes behind him, I whisper, "You're going to have to." *Because I might not even make it back here after tonight.*