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.

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

god awful room. *Fuck that

me from behind with his bottle of

me!" I snapped, racing ahead of him

drinking on the way to

for the back of the couch. To the very spot Stella had been leaning

sound of the dead bolt sliding in place had me turning around. Alex 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

bright green gaze locked on my face. Once in front of me, he passed me the bottle and

his hands and after thinking about it, I 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,

grew heavy with fire as he gazed down

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

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

closed my hands over the top of his shirt, pulling him downward

just what I needed to gain a little more leverage and I tugged with all my

hand up over his neck

snapped, releasing me and shoving me away. "I'm not going to kiss you. I don't

sting of rejection blazed across my cheeks. Embarrassment crippling me as I suddenly felt like my old self again. The girl under Matthew's Thumb.

the hell is wrong with you? Why would you try and kiss me?

say and I didn't care. All I wanted to do now was to go back to my suite, pack my things, and

as I thought about everything this

quietly, blinking away the moisture

growled, stalking toward his bottle. The moment he picked

are you going?" he

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