Maid for the Mafia

**RUBY**noveldrama

There are four dead guards at the gate when I creep up. Scaling the wall took longer than I would have liked, but the moment I was over, I headed straight for the front drive. My ears twitch as I listen for movement, but I don't hear anything, which is good and bad.

Good because it probably means there's no one on patrol and bad because it *might* mean that the drug I was given has hindered my senses.

I curse the bright lavender scrubs that I'm weaning as I close in on Alfonso's body and relieve him of his back-up pistol. I do the same for the other three, taking Alfonso's ammunition belt and stuffing the extra pistols in different cuffs. Then I cinch the thing around my waist and dip into the dark.

There's a pattern that I follow next. A line from tree to tree that I picked out one night when I was studying the camera system. Following this zig zag formation will enable me to creep up on the back balcony without tripping the camera sensors.

I have a feeling that the moment Alex realized my cousin had been taken, he had a bit of a temper tantrum. Otherwise, there wouldn't be so many dead men laying around. If it was something else, something like a raid or a breach, the house would be on fire and it's not.

Nope.

Not yet at least.

The night is still young.

Warm orange light glows in one of the maid's windows upstairs, so I take a running leap, snatch the bottom of one landing and pull myself up over the rail. The act takes quite a bit out of me and for a moment, I'm forced to catch my breath.

Fucking drugs.

Who knows how long it's gonna take to get them out of my system.

Tapping on the maid's window, I point my pistol toward the ground, hoping that I'm not forced to threaten the woman. When she sees me standing out here.

It only takes a second before the smiling face of one of the older ladies that works in the kitchen greets me. It's Alma, the kitchen manager. Funny that I never knew how close her room was to Damien's suite, which is the balcony that I'm currently perched

on.

She opens the window without so much as a questioning glance and before she can say a single word, I shush her, putting a finger to my lips even as a smile stretches across my face.

Although she appears confused, she shrugs and backs away from the window so that I can climb inside.

Once I'm standing in her bedroom, I grin and say, "It would be best if you don't come out of your room for the rest of the night. If I decide to light this place on fire, I'll let you know."

She flinches, then nods, watching me with frightened eyes as I race out into the hall.

I can hear voices that echo from the dining room. A man screaming and Alex spitting his unremarkable threats can be heard all the way up here on the second floor. *Okay. So my ears are fine. Good.*

I'm barefoot, so when I step toward the stairs, I'm as silent as the wind. I ready my pistols as I descend, floating down the steps with one in each hand, hammer cocked back and ready to roll. I don't slow my pace, not at all. Not even when Tiny catches sight of me waltzing toward the open archway of the dining room with both of my guns drawn.

"Holy shit," Tiny breathes from his seat in the corner armchair.

I throw him a wink, as it turns out, he's the only one I'm not pissed at. In fact, I'll be taking that big son-of-a-bitch with me to retrieve my cousin.

I step into the dining room just as three of the most treacherous snakes known to mankind swing their heads in Tiny's direction.

"Fuck..." Damien sighs, stepping away from one of the guards that somehow found himself tied to a dining room chair next to one of Santos' men, both of them having been beaten within an inch of their lives.

“Do not fucking move," I snarl, aiming one of my pistols for his head and the other for Alex's. These two are on my Ruby's Most Wanted list, right beneath Antonio Santos. Of course... Santos is wanted for an entirely different reason, but why discriminate?

I'm ten feet away from these two, but they don't so much as bat an eyelash, they know I won't miss.

"Ruby, let me-"

"The only thing I'm willing to let you do, Damien," I snap. "Is bleed the fuck out. Now shut your mouth."

Mickey chuckles in the corner of the room and I hiss, "That goes for you too, Scavo. You've been* on my list. And trust me if I had three hands, I'd have three guns at the ready. But I chose the more pressing of my issues for this evening's little demonstration. The biggest fuck-ups in the room should go first after all."

Alex chuckles darkly, removing a cigar from his pocket almost like he's trying to test

my resolve. I allow him to only because an over-confident Alex *always* makes mistakes.

"He told you,” Alex says blatantly, after taking a deep hit of his cancer stick.

"He did," I confess.

Alex simply nods, his evil black eyes twinkling in the light. "Are you a traitor now, Ruby? Have you gone ahead and switched sides just because I fucked-"

*POP!*

The vase next to Alex's head explodes into shards of porcelain glass and I smile when I see pieces of it have cut the cherry of Alex's cigar right off. "Maybe," I answer, with a cryptic smile as I cock the hammer back again. "You're never gonna know."

"Goddamn it Ruby!" He screams, holding his ears. "What the fuck?!"

The guard in the chair begin to full on cry and next to him Santos' man smiles. Hmm.

*POP!*

I put the guard out of his misery with the gun in my left, hitting him right between the eyes. Santos' driver though... I remember him. He's the one who carried me into the hospital. He knows where Santos is, I'm willing to stake my life on it. He'll be coming with me too.

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Again I cock the hammer and readjust my aim. "Tiny?"

"Yes Miss Ruby?" He replies and I grin.

"I need you to go upstairs to Alex's godforsaken sex room and grab me the biggest

strap on you can find. Do it now."

"What the fuck?" Damien hisses and Alex's eyes narrow into slits.

"I don't think there are any," Tiny supplies.

"A dildo then," I snap. "And if there aren't any of those then bring me a fucking

cucumber, or a bat, or a wrench, I don't give a fuck which but it should be nearly as thick as my wrist."

"Yes ma'am."

"What are you doing, Ruby?” Alex sighs.

I shrug. "Me? Nothing. Damien. He'll be the one doing."

"Ruby! I-"

"Have you ever been pegged, Alex?"

"What? No!"

"Bout time don't ya think?"

"Absolutely fucking not," he spits.

"Well that's a shame," I reply. "Because it's either you get fucked or you get fucked."