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.

this up?" *Why did I ask that? It better not be me.* "Not you, so come on,"

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

said, shoving me

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

him chuckle, but I 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?*

into his sitting room, my eyes went straight for the back of the couch. To the very spot Stella had been leaning

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

me, his bright green gaze locked on my face. Once in front of me, he

long pulls of burning amber liquid. Maybe, just maybe, I was going to want

fire as he gazed down at me. "Not yet," he

the arms and yanked me against his chest so that he could glare down at me, but he didn't say a word. My chest started heaving and I raised my hands against his chest, however, I didn't 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 arms was anything but gentle, but I coud feel him hesitating.

against my hands was wild and erratic, and for some reason, it 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 tried to take his gun. I wanted to know what it meant. I needed to know what had him acting so strangely

his

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

whispered, stroking one hand up over his neck and trying to pull him down to my

he snapped, releasing me and shoving me away. "I'm not going

I suddenly felt like my

would you try and kiss

I wanted to do now was to go back to

blurring with tears as I thought about everything this

blinking away the moisture in my eyes. "I won't ever try it

his bottle. The moment he picked it

are you going?" he

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