Can’t Win Me Back by Ginger Sue

Terrified, Aidan felt his hair stand on its ends. He hurriedly covered the woman's corpse with a blanket.

Trembling at the foot of the bed, he debated whether to call the police when there was a knock on the door. It was 4:00 am. Who could it be? It was certainly not room service.

Aidan walked to the door. "W-Who's there?" His voice quivered uncontrollably.

"Mr. Aidan," ca calm and steady voice from outside. "I'm here on Mr. Schmidt's orders to help you." Aidan remained stubborn. "I-I don't need any help." "The woman you picked last night should still be in your room, right? How is she doing now?" Aidan's heart pounded in alarm as he rushed to open the door.

A man stood outside, dressed in a black sports outfit with a cap pulled low and a black mask obscuring his features. Only his cold and sharp eyes were visible.

"H-How do you know?" Aidan was shocked.

man played a video on his phone right in front

entire scene from last night—Aidan's brutal assault on the woman and injecting her with drugs. The hidden

was done playing with her,

still. Aidan turned pale, and his back was drenched in cold sweat. He yanked the man into the room and locked the door. "There's a hidden camera in the room? Did you do this? Was it Jameson?" Aidan asked while grabbing the man's collar. Exhausted from the night's excesses, he barely had the strength to be angry. His voice was weak and breathless. The man squinted

caught Aidan's wrist. He flipped him

in the hands of the police." Aidan's heart was in his throat, and his legs turned jelly. "W-What do you want?" "Don't panic. I'm here to clean up your mess." With that, the man stepped into the room and putted a black nylon bag from his backpack. He placed the woman's body inside, zipped and secured it. Then, he meticulously cleaned up all е from the scene. Aidan watched, stunned. The man's efficiency in handling the body was as casual as having

you?"

didn't answer. His voice was calm as he dragged the bag out of the

If you ever say anything you shouldn't, Mr. Schmidt won't cover for your murder tonight." Aidan watched the man leave. His