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.

the floor, I stood. "Who's going to clean this up?" *Why did I ask that? It

happy to be out of that god awful room. *Fuck that

to my suite," he said, shoving me from behind with his bottle of

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

heard 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

the back of the couch. To the very spot Stella had been leaning over yesterday. *I would not

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

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

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

with fire as he gazed down at me. "Not

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

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

top of his shirt, pulling him

grip on my arms loosening. That was just what I needed to gain a little more leverage and I tugged with all my

up over his neck and trying

me and shoving me away. "I'm not going to kiss you.

cheeks. Embarrassment crippling me as I suddenly felt like

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

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

I thought about

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

stalking toward his bottle. The moment he picked it up and began drinking, I headed

you going?"

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