You Are The Reason

**ROMANY**

The moment the words left my mouth I felt stupid. Mickey still hadn't responded and now my bravado was fading. *Shit. Now he probably thinks I'm some sex kind of sex junkie.*

I released his shirt, my smile faltering as I shied away from him and redirected my focus to the floor.

"I-I'm sorry," I stuttered. "I just-well I-I"-I bit my tongue to stop my blabbering-"nevermind."

Stepping to my right, I began to walk around him, but his left arm shot out and wrapped around my upper torso. One swift yank back and I was in front of him again. However, the insecurity I created for myself a moment ago wouldn't let me meet his eyes.

"Look at me, doll," Mickey murmured, grabbing my hip and tugging me closer.

Closing my eyes, I shook my head in refusal. My heart was drumming in my chest like a stampede of wild buffalo and for some reason I was sure the entire room could hear it.

The sudden heat of his breath on my ear made me gasp, and my eyelids fluttered to half-mast.

"I already told you before," he whispered. "If you want something, all you need to do is ask me for it."

I wouldn't do, just to have you.

he did to me and everything he said to me sitting like bait in my head. A trap laid by a very clever, very *passionate* man that knew way more about me than I did about him. Urging me toward him with the simple promise to tell me about myself. And

my hip tightened and his lips left my ear to trace over my cheek. Slowly

Mickey's hand had lowered, falling limply to his side as if he'd lost his concentration or had

damn guards in here. Unless

mumbling as he was yanked upright-"you are going to wish you never met me you

get out for that," Mickey replied with a chuckle. "I already wish I

his eyes wild with rage as he snarled, "This isn't over little girl! I promise you! I'm going to take pleasure in fucking you into

arm suddenly wrapped around my

*POP!*

grabbed at Mickey's shirt. Sulfur tinged the air

fucking idiot!" Enzo screamed. "You are *going

A trail of blood chased their steps and my eyes flared in surprise. *Somebody just shot him?* The gun Mickey had been holding was now resting on the table, but one little sniff told me it was *that*

ask, tilting my head

Mickey shot him and now more than ever I was starting to get a little wary. *Mickey shot him because he

there are people hunting for your head!" I seethed, attempting to shove him again. At least he looked at me this time, but there was no

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