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.

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," he

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

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

snapped, racing ahead of

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

back of the couch. To the very

from that damn bottle

face. Once

hands and after thinking about it, I took two long pulls of burning amber liquid. Maybe, just maybe, I was going to want to

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

absolutely no warning, he grabbed me by 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

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

over the top of his shirt, pulling him downward and

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

hand up over his neck and trying to pull him down to my

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

suddenly felt like my old self again. The girl

and kiss me? After-" he cut off, running a hand through his hair

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

as I thought about everything this place had done

the moisture

toward his bottle. The moment he picked it up

fuck are you going?" he hissed,

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