Alexander takes his hand off of my mouth and puts his hand on my waist.

"What's happening?" I whisper.

"I don't know."

"What do we do?"

"Watch and learn, angel. All of those training sessions you missed might have helped with these kinds of situations," Alexander says before taking his hands off of me.

"Alex-"

Alexander walks out of the corner. "What the fuck is going on over here?" Alexander says while walking more out of the little area we were hiding in. "Damn, I think I was dancing with that one."

I can't help but roll my eyes.

I hear guns click making me think they aimed their guns at him.

"Who are you?" one of the men asks but he has a deeper voice.

"Bitch, I am Alexander Russo," Alexander says making me shake my head.

He is so fucking stupid.

"You're coming with us," one of them says.

I peek out of the hiding spot and see Alexander's back and then all of the men pointing their guns at him.

I know for a fact Alexander has a stupid smirk on his face.

"See, I can't do that,” Alexander says and he walks towards them. "I have a lovely friend that I need to take home. It's her birthday so she had a little too much to drink."

I can't help but roll my eyes at Alexander again.

"Not happening. You're coming with us," one of the men steps towards Alexander but then I see Alexander grab his gun from his waistband and shoot that guy in the head before roundhouse kicking another one.

God, he can't fight all of them off on his own.

Without thinking I come out of my hiding space and start shooting bullets at all of the guys in front of me.

Alexander and I keep shooting at the guys.

I shoot one of the guy's hands making him wince and drop his gun to the floor. I knock him out by hitting him in the head with my gun. He falls limp to the floor; I turn to look at Alexander and see him shoot one more guy before bringing his gun down.

"Shit," he sighs while looking at all of the dead bodies.

"What the fuck is going on?" I say while looking around the room that is filled with dead bodies.

Six

I called some of my father's men so that they could get rid of the bodies at the club.

It was a lot.

Alexander and I rode in his car, and we also had to bring the unconscious body, that I knocked out, in the trunk. He was pissed off. After all, he didn't want to dirty his car with the unconscious body because he had some blood on his forehead. Alexander didn't want blood on the white seats of his fancy Ferrari, so we had put him in the trunk.