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."

danced through my head instantly, *There is very little that I wouldn't do, just

very *passionate* man that knew way more about me than I did about him. Urging me

climbed up my chest and I couldn't bring myself to speak. Mickey's hand on my hip tightened and his lips left my ear to trace over my cheek. Slowly they

followed the direction of his eyes. The gun in Mickey's hand had lowered, falling limply to his side

Mickey spoke. "There are five damn guards in here. Unless they are useless and ready

was yanked upright-"you are going to wish

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

glance his way. He was glaring at me, 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

wrapped around my

*POP!*

I grabbed at Mickey's shirt. Sulfur tinged the air around me and I

fucking idiot!" Enzo screamed. "You are

watching as the guards carried Enzo out the door and down the path that led away from the pool. 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

ask, tilting my

to get a little wary. *Mickey shot him because

shove him again. At least he looked

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