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.

played a video on his phone right in front of

on the woman and injecting her

done playing with her,

Aidan asked while grabbing the man's collar. Exhausted from the

wrist. He flipped him over his shoulder and 1.im

tfor impotent rage." The man clapped his hands and scoffed. "You should think carefully about what would happen if this video landed 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

you?" Aidan

taken care of." The man didn't answer. His voice was

a message et for you. Since you've chosen his side, you should understand that your fortunes are tied together. If you ever say anything you shouldn't, Mr. Schmidt won't cover for your murder tonight." Aidan watched the man leave. His soul seemingly left his body