I Quit

**ROMANY**

The moment Stella's body hit the floor, I shivered. She had three holes in her now and each of them was pouring blood. But she wasn't in any pain, because one of those holes was right in the middle of her forehead, dead center. Her mouth

was open and her eyes were wide open in shock.

It took an entire minute for me to realize that I'd just watched Alex shoot the very same woman that he had bent over his couch yesterday.

*Oh my God. Why did he make me watch this?*

*Now that I've seen him... murder someone... will he ever let me leave?*

*Or will he kill me like he just did her?*

"Why?" I hissed, dropping my face into my hands.

"What was that?" Alex said, and although I didn't hear his footsteps, I could tell that he was closer.

"Why?" I whimpered. "Why did you have me watch you do that? I didn't want to see that!"

"Get up," Alex said coldly.

"What?" I looked at him. He was heading for the door, the bottle of whiskey in his hands.

"I said get up. Come with me," he hissed, his eyes bored as he watched me.

at Stella on the floor, I stood. "Who's going to clean this up?" *Why did I ask that? It better not be me.* "Not you, so come on,"

that god awful room. *Fuck that room. I

to my suite," he said, shoving me from behind

snapped, racing ahead of him so he couldn't do it

around in his bottle told me he was drinking on the way to his door. *He couldn't even wait twenty steps?* What

To the very spot Stella had been

place had me turning around. Alex was leaning against the door, drinking from that damn bottle like it was water not liquor. My

shook his head as he slowly sauntered toward me, his bright green gaze locked on my face. Once in front of me, he passed

maybe, I was going to want to be drunk for

as he gazed down at

push away. He was drunk, I had just seen him kill someone for God's sakes, and I *should* have been afraid. But something in his eyes wouldn't let me be. He was angry, certainly, and his grip on my

Suddenly I was reminded of that look he gave me in the Meeting room, after I tried to take his gun. I wanted to know what it meant. I needed to know what had him acting so strangely with me. But at the moment, all I could see were his lips and

my hands over the top of his shirt,

That was just what I needed to gain a little more

over his neck and trying to pull him down

"I'm not going to kiss

as I suddenly felt like my

hell is wrong with you? Why would you try and kiss me? After-" he cut off, running a hand through his

to do now was

tears as I thought about everything

the moisture in

his bottle. The moment he picked it up and began

fuck are you going?"

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