Restroom

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Alex's POV

"Sit." I pointed on the counter. He did so, not making any argument.

My phone buzzed, one of my men I bet wondering where I am. I texted them back quickly saying I'd be out in a short moment.

I grabbed a few paper towels, bawled them up and soaked them with water. Handing them to him he scrubbed the dark blood off his face, leaving me with the bandaging.

Taking out the medicine kit from the cupboard, I took out a few bandages and proxied.

I walked up to him, noticing his light blue eyes watching my every move. Pouring the proxied on the gash above his eye, he winced.

"Baby." I muttered.

"Rude." He replied with a calm voice.

"Just telling the truth." I rolled my eyes.

Reaching to get the bandages, he grabbed my arm firmly. Standing up. Walking towards me I back up slowly against the wall not sure what was about to happen, The fuck is he doing.

"I'll take this belleźa..." He whispered in my ear softly.
I felt his hand lower to my side and wrap around my back, grabbing my revolver...

"What the fuck." I tried to reach but he pushed me against the wall.

"Aú revoir."
And with that he walked out.

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