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 be me.* "Not you, so come on," he said, holding open the door

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

me from behind with his bottle of

of him so he

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

To the very spot Stella had been leaning over yesterday. *I would

from that damn bottle like it was water not liquor. My lip rose in disgust. *How can anyone drink like

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

bottle out of 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, putting the bottle on the table behind me so that he

heavy with fire as he gazed down at me. "Not

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

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

hands over the top of his shirt, pulling him downward and

arms loosening. That was just what I needed to gain a little more

neck and trying

"I'm not going to kiss you. I don't

my cheeks. Embarrassment crippling me as I suddenly felt like my old self again. The girl under

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

to do now was to go back to my suite, pack my

blurring with tears as I thought about

said quietly, blinking away the moisture in my eyes. "I won't ever

growled, stalking toward his bottle. The moment he picked

are you going?"

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