Maid for the Mafia by Jaylee

Chapter 57

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.

going to clean this up?" *Why did I ask that? It better not

stumbled past him, happy to be out of that god awful room. *Fuck that room.

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

ahead of him so he

couldn't be sure. The sound of his whiskey sloshing around in his bottle told me he was drinking on the way to his door. *He couldn't even wait twenty steps?* What the hell was wrong with him? "It's

couch. To the very spot Stella had been leaning over

was leaning against the door, drinking from that damn bottle like it was water not liquor. My lip rose in disgust. *How can anyone drink like

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

took two long pulls of burning amber liquid. Maybe, just maybe, I was going to want to be drunk for whatever this was. "Satisfied?" I hissed, putting the bottle on

he

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 arms was anything

made me want to kiss him. Even though he hadn't shaved and he reeked of a fucking brothel, he was still beautiful. My breath hitched, my gaze falling from his eyes to his lips. Suddenly I was reminded of that look he gave me in the Meeting room, after I

my hands over the top of his

you doing?" he growled, his grip on my arms loosening. That was just what I needed to gain a little more leverage and I tugged with all my might, bringing his face lower, watching his eyes as they flared

over his neck and trying to pull him down to my

and shoving me away. "I'm not going to kiss you. I don't *want* to

crippling me as I suddenly felt like my old self again. The girl under Matthew's Thumb. Confused and

kiss me? After-" he cut off,

about to say and I didn't care. All I wanted to do now was to go back

I thought about everything this place had

worry," I said quietly, blinking away the moisture in my eyes. "I

stalking toward his bottle. The moment he picked

fuck are you going?" he hissed, behind

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