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and unmoved by her theatrics. He knew when Miamor was out for blood, and now was not one of those times.
    â€œNo, I’m not … not on you,” she said. His eyes bulged in horror as she turned the gun on herself and without pausing to think twice …
    CLICK.
    She didn’t even flinch at the gunshot that should have ended her life. Instead, disappointment filled her face as she realized that Murder had emptied the chamber and popped out the clip upon entering the room. She had been ready to end it all, but the unloaded pistol only revealed how deeply her psychosis had settled in. “No, no, no!”
    CLICK. CLICK. CLICK.
    She pulled the trigger over and over again, aiming at her temple, wishing that she would just die already, until finally Murder rushed her. “Get your ass in here,” he screamed at her as he dragged her across the room, kicking and screaming. “Have you lost your fucking mind? Do you know what you would have done had that shit been loaded, ma? You can’t take that back! You can’t undo suicide … once it’s over, it’s over.”
    â€œJust leave me the fuck alone! Just go! I don’t want to be here! Don’t you get that! It hurts. Unlike anything I have ever felt … it hurts,” she shouted, snot and tears mixing on her face as he manhandled her.
    He gripped her shoulders and shook her hard, hoping to shake some sense into her. “I can’t trust you. You’re not thinking straight. I know what will clear your mind,” he whispered more to himself than to her. He flung open the closet door and pushed her inside and then barricaded the door so she couldn’t get out.
    He heaved in exhaustion as he rested his forehead against the door. “Hold tight, Miamor. I’ll be back. I know something that will help you get through this. I just need you to stay still. You can’t hurt yourself in there. I’m sorry,” Murder whispered, winded from their struggle. “Crazy bitch.”
    Murder grabbed his gun and snatched his keys off the table as he stormed out. He was determined to get Miamor back.… He had her physically in his clutches, but he needed her mentally to be strong. He needed her, and he knew just the type of therapy to get her to come back to him.
    *   *   *
    Murder sat in the smoke-filled bar, shoulders hunched, a beer gripped between his hands as thoughts of Miamor cluttered his brain. He turned in his chair as the loud music blared throughout the hole in the wall. Drunken frat boys and college girls made up the crowd. He turned in his barstool and faced the dance floor as his eyes scanned the room until he set his gaze on a pretty, young girl. Her caramel skin, bare midriff, and short pixie cut appealed to him. She was what he needed. She was the perfect distraction, and he nodded his head, greeting her as he lifted his beer bottle to his lips.
    She flashed her pretty smile before walking over to him. “You don’t look like the college-boy type,” the girl said.
    He wasn’t thirsty. He simply turned back toward the bar when she sat in the seat next to him. He wasn’t with kicking game, not for what he intended.… It wasn’t necessary.
    â€œI’m Alisha,” she introduced herself. There was curiosity in her eyes. She was young and reckless; the thought of a new adventure with this obvious bad boy was an exciting notion. In a room full of clean-cut college boys, his grown-man swagger stuck out like a sore thumb. He was just the type of guy she wanted to take home for the night. There was something about those bad boys that made a good girl swoon.
    Murder motioned for the bartender. “Scotch … neat. And whatever she’s drinking,” he said.
    She smiled. “So do you have a name?” she asked.
    â€œYou’re drunk,” Murder observed. “You’re standing there with your ass hanging out the bottom of