Maid for the Mafia

**ROMANY**

I'm pretty much trapped here, simply staring into the maple brown sugar coating of Tiny's eyes when Santos clears his throat.

"What Mo?" I call out, refusing to look away from my dragon as his hand strokes up and down my leg soothingly.

"Mo?"

"Short for mohawk," I reply, inching closer to Tiny.

Tiny sighs, that slow sexy grin that shows the depth of his dimples creeping up on each side of his face as he says the one thing that threatens to dry my panties, "I can't stay, babygirl."

"What? Why?" I implore him. "Mo doesn't care if you do!" I rip my eyes toward the offending Spaniard. "Do you, Mo?"

Santos sends me a disgusted glare at my use of his new nickname. "I admit, out of all the bed partners you've had of late, this one seems the best bet - but-"

"But there are at least ten men up on the hill that I won't be able to kill if I stay," Tiny informs me, his dark eyes full of longing for me. "I need to leave while I can still avoid their eyes. I need the darkness to cover me while I swim back up the beach undetected."

"Ten men?!" Santos snaps. "I knew that bastard was lying."

My jaw drops. "You *swam* here?" I ask, stroking my hands over him to check for moisture. I don't find it. What I do find though, I cup roughly eliciting a groan from deep in his throat. "You're not wet," I say huskily.

His hand slides higher, his eyes falling toward my lap as he cocks his head. "You are." "Enough!" Santos hisses, shaking his head. "Dios mio!"

"How are you not wet?" I exclaim, ignoring Santos' presence completely for the moment.

Tiny smiles, lifting his chin. "I swam naked with a waterproof pack on my back until I hit the rocks under the house. Then I changed and hung upside down under the deck until it was safe to climb over."

*Shit this man is strong.*

*Holy waters of my core, drown my clit and flood my shore.*

*My panties aren't wet - they're sopping.*

"I knew I saw something," I whisper. "But I convinced myself you were a trick of the light."

Tiny murmurs, "I thought I saw you see me."

"I did," I rasp.

"Okay! Okay great!" Santos interrupts. "You saw him - he saw you - fantastic! Back to the ten men. You say you plan to kill them?"

Tiny's gaze rips away although I keep mine trained on him. The ropes of his neck muscles shift as he speaks, "I do, which reminds me." Tiny shrugs, rolling his eyes heavenward. "Ruby's been trying to get ahold of you. To warn you that you're in danger. That Ruiz's father is in business with Don Angeletto."

Santos' face molds into something softer, his lips quirking upward in a satisfied smile. "I thought you said *she* was going to kill me. Why would she be warning me then?"

Tiny laughs, his entire body rippling with muscle at the movement. "Maybe she wants her path clear for when she does."

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"No," Santos replies. "She loves me."

"I wouldn't bet on it. You put her baby cousin in danger when you took her from us," Tiny admonishes.

"Romany has been in *danger* from the moment she stepped inside that house," Santos points out. "More than just the physical, too. Emotional danger as well."

"Maybe," Tiny admits, turning back toward me with woeful eyes. "I should have taken better care of you that night. I should have tried to-"

"You'd be dead right now had you tried to stop that night from happening," Santos says, letting him off the hook. "And it's starting to look like you are the most capable of the bunch. You are going to need a fucking machine gun to take out all ten of those men at once. You can't possibly have brought anything usable."

Tiny's face flatlines, the way that I've noticed it does when he's angry. He's not the type to sneer or twist his features. His face doesn't demonize when he's upset. It goes carefully blank instead. "This afternoon I witnessed the base of their distractions." He throws me a look. "It's originally why I snuck in here to see you. I wanted to ask you and your lady friend to do something for me tomorrow. Something that will enable me to creep up on them silently and take them out one by one."

I shake my head. "One by one is much too dangerous."

Tiny snorts, "Not for me it isn't."

"The men are that close? They were staring at the girls?" Santos inquires. "You saw them?"

Tiny nods. "They were doing more than just watching," he spits through clenched teeth.

Santos grimaces, his eyes meeting mine heavy with worry before shifting back to Tiny's. "You have a particular time in mind? So that I might ensure Ruiz is just as enraptured as his men?"

Tiny tenses, his eyes sparkling when he faces me. "An hour after lunch. Those men work in fives and fives. I've seen them. The only meal they shared today was in the afternoon. That's when the ones on the night shift go to bed and the one's on the day shift commence. After lunch the tired five will be good and asleep. Easily picked off. The final five- so long as they are *thoroughly-"* he pauses, his jaw ticking "-aroused, I can get to them to. As they... take *care* of themselves into the bushes. The way they did today."

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"Oh fuck no. They did?" Santos gripes.

Tiny nods. "Yes."

"Pigs," Santos grumbles.

"I'll do it," I say. "But I swear to God is you end up getting hurt because of this crazy plan-"

"I won't," Tiny promises, his maple eyes darkening. "I have a secret weapon. One I'll share with you before I leave."

Santos' face morphs into one of happy suspicion. Suddenly it is as if he can't leave the room fast enough. "Under the circumstances, Miss Dubois. I still feel it will be safer for you to join me in my room tonight. Especially after Ruiz threatened you. However," he makes for the door, his ice blue eyes flashing in the moonlight, "I can cover an hour or so of guard duty to ensure the pair of you are not disturbed."noveldrama

My face heats hotter than my panties do and I nod. "Yes please," I whisper eagerly. Santos smirks, turning his attention to Tiny as he steps out into the hall. "I trust you to leave the way you came."

Then the door shuts and Santos locks it with a turn of his key.

I don't waste a moment, leaping into my dragon's lap and rolling my hips against the pulse of his erection. I'm dying to taste the cords of his throat. To sink my teeth into the dragon along his neck. "Tell me about this secret weapon." "After," he growls, reaching for the bottom of my top and whipping it up over my head. His eyes go black and he bites his lip at the sigh of me in my new designer bra. It's sheer white and practically as thin as tissue paper. Not to mention a push-up masterpiece gifted by the Gods of sex for all of humanity to enjoy. "Fuck, babygirl. I think I should tell you something."

"What's that?" I rasp, grinding down on his girth as he bites his lip and his hips buck upward into my heat.

"You cousin," he mumbles, his hands groping up the outside of my thighs until they've crept beneath my shorts to knead the globes of my ass cheeks. "She blesses this union."