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"You're not supposed to just... shoot someone because of what happened to me!" I told Alsace.
He shrugged.
I groaned, rolling my eyes. "You shot that man because of my wound, Montellia."
"Cuff me, by all means, Detective. It turns me on a lot."
I groaned loudly. This was going nowhere. Even if we kept opening this topic up, there was no way I was going to win. It was a losing competition, no, it wasn't even a competition. He already did it. The man was done and gone.
All because of him shooting me.
How did he even know he was the one who fucking shot me?
"How'd you even know?" I asked, curiosity getting the best of me.
"Well, I got Ken to check all their chambers and clips. He said the others didn't use their guns, only to scare people. Except for the guy I killed, of course. He was going on rampage with it."
"How do you even know how many bullets all of them had?"
"I own guns, honey. I'm supposed to know."
I shook my head, that barely made any fucking sense. So what if he owned guns? I'm a detective, it doesn't work like that. You can't just know.
"Let's not think about it, yeah?" He spoke. I sat on my chair, far away from the bed I use at night. We were at my house. As soon as they finished cleaning me up and doing this and that's. Alsace took me home. Abuela's not around yet, she must be out volunteering or taking Hendrix for a walk.
I didn't want to be near Alsace, didn't really feel like it.
Alsace looked at me, his eyes burning through me. "Come here, baby."
I shook my head, what's with the names?
He unbuttoned his shirt. His ability of just staring through my soul is making its way down. This feeling felt really amazing, but it was a sin doing it with him.
I crossed my legs, squeezing it tightly.
Not following him like a dog.
Go back to barbie.
"Alisha." Alsace called me.
I hummed, didn't really feel like talking.
"Come. Here."
"I'm wounded, can you not see?" I spoke. Pointing at my wound.
I wanted to go to him, but I still had a little self respect inside me. After all, I kinda want to see him walking up to me.
He clenched his perfect jaw. Standing up with his unbuttoned shirt, and messy hair. It didn't even take him a minute to walk, maybe seconds.
