Page 11 of Maid For The Mafia Informant

“Look Partridge, I dunno what you’ve got against me, but once I have a case and a district attorney I can trust with it, your name is either gonna come out of this smelling like roses or like the piece of shit you really are,” I snarl at him, trying to reel my anger back in, not wanting to blow my chances at him bringing Sophie back either.

He pauses, thinking for a while, “Alright, Slade, keep your nylons on straight. I’ll have the maid back soon enough, and all the things you need to feel pretty again,” he says with an intentional note of sarcasm.

“And some proper food too, Partridge. I need real food, not that muck you’ve been shoving under the door” I insist.

“Anything else, your majesty?” he drones, and I’m tempted again to remind him about how I want this to go once I can go public, but he preempts my current mood.

“Take it easy, Slade. None of this is easy on any of us. Remember? We’re trying to hide you from at least six of the nastiest family bosses, and that’s just in this city. Cut me some slack, eh?”

“Just get me the maid, the same maid, to clean this place up and a decent meal will ya?” I retort. “You can trust her, I know you can. I just feel it.”

Partridge scoffs out loud. “You better trust her, her old man’s chief of the only precinct game enough to stand up to those De Falco family thugs.”

Hearing him say that makes me instantly fear for Sophie’s safety, makes me want to protect her more ever.

“Matt Moore,” Partridge says slowly. “Don’t make ‘em like that anymore. Ever work with him?” Partridge asks.

I shake my head silently, I haven’t.

“Alright, well. I’ll see you when I’m lookin’ at ya,” Partridge adds, and hangs up, leaving me to pace the room and rush over to the window every time I think I hear something. Knowing I can’t, being so high up in a bulletproof box.

Ah, Sophie. I promise I won’t let you run away again. I promise it’ll be different from now on.

Try as I might, I can’t help the motion of my dick as I replay what happened earlier over and over.

The thought of her coming back now making me harder than before.

This is ridiculous, she must be half my age. Maybe she ran because she doesn’t go for older guys?

Maybe she ran because you scared her, what the fuck was all that about, beating off in front of her like that? So much for being the gentleman.

And so it goes on, my mind is like a snake, wrapping around itself. Twisting and grappling with what I think, what I tell myself I know, and what I feel deep in my heart that I absolutely want.

What I need.

Regardless of how I look at things, there’s only one common thread, one word that keeps bubbling up to the surface. Sophie.

Sophie Moore.

The girl I know I’ll make my woman, and soon.

If only she’ll tell me that’s what she wants too.

It’s been hours now, the files I’ve pored over for days still stacked up, ignored.

I can’t bring myself to think about the De Falco’s or any other criminal family, only wonder how I can protect Sophie best. Wonder if Partridge is doing enough about that too.

Like he’s done such a stellar job in looking after me.

I guess I’m not dead either, yet.

The familiar sound of the door sees me wanting to spin around, to turn away from my work again, but I hear the other familiar sound of a certain voice, which glues me to the spot, facing away from the door.

Partridge.

“Well, here she is, Slade. You’ve got your wishes and I have to say I’m all out, so please don’t ask me for anything else? Not for a while at least, alright?”

I turn my head only, nodding to him, but I feel his eyes on mine once he notices how quickly they move to Sophie.

The sound I make is undeniable to anyone within what feels like a city block.

That animal sound, from deep inside me again.

“I got you some groceries too, don’t panic,” he adds, trying to make light of the deep, growling sound coming from inside me.

I can’t help it, once I have her in my sight again, I only want to go to her. To protect her.

To take her as my own.

I watch as Sophie flushes, Partridge urging her to go about her duties as she starts to unload some bags onto the kitchen counter before he shoos her away into the bedroom with new sheets and towels.

I can tell he wants a word with me, and I keep my body turned away from him if only to hide the new and intensely powerful arousal I feel at seeing Sophie again so soon.

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