Chapter 13 Drugs
? Grey ?
The door to the office opens and I feel myself grow unhappy at the interruption.
I told them not to when she's here.
Her blonde hair flies as she whips her head to the doorway where Roman stands. He glances down at her, his eyes taking on a curious state.
I reach forward to the computer on my desk and pause the movie she was watching while I was filling out paperwork for the bust that'll go down tonight.
"What?" I question, my voice serious enough to make him understand that I'm not in the mood for bullshit.
"Look at the time," is all he says before closing my door back. I raise my eyes to the clock.
"Motherfucker," I curse quietly and I feel her eyes come to rest on me.
"You okay?" she questions softly, her hand coming to rest on mine. I ignore the fucking feeling it gives me and only send her a nod.
God that question is one she constantly asks.
It should get on my nerves but it fucking doesn't. It makes me feel...I don't fucking know just...good.
"Do you need a ride home?" I question and her eyes fall to her fingers. I start fiddling with the scrunchie she gave me nearly a week ago.
"No," she gives me a fake smile and I feel scowl on my face.
What the hell is she upset for?
"I'm just gonna drive," she suddenly smiles up at me and my scowl deepens.
"What's wrong?" She asks me.
I don't think I could ever get used to someone asking me what's wrong. There's never been someone who gave enough of a fuck.
It's new. It's all fucking new.
"Nothing," I grumble out, unable to help it and being so unused to the question. She lets out a quiet sigh just like whenever I get an attitude with her.
"I love that," she points to the scrunchie that I put back on my wrist. It's sat there all week.
For some fucking reason, it relieves my stress.
Unlike Roman and even a few other guys, I never turned to Marlboro Ultra Lights to keep me from going off the deep end when I get nerve-wracked or stressed out.
Because what's it gonna do for you in the long run? Absolute shit.
I'd rather punch a fuck in the face.
Or fucking fiddle with a goddamn scrunchie.
"I love it when you call me big poppa," she wiggles in her seat and I feel a little smirk reach my lips watching her.
God, she's a wild child.
"Okay, okay," she giggles, stopping herself. She gets out of her seat and drags it back to its spot in front of the desk. My eyes never once leave her little frame. I never can keep my eyes off her.
"I'm leaving now," she grabs her phone and I stand. I walk with her.
A slight wind blows around us once we get outside. Her blonde hair blows onto my chest and her dress raises against her tan legs. I clench my jaw.
Friends.
Fucking friends.
"Oh," she says suddenly, "give Bear a good pat for me."
I fucking struggled harder than I ever have before when she slept in my bed. I don't mind sleeping on the couch, it's comfortable and I didn't want her to think I was being 'unfriendly' if I would've slept there with her.
But It took me hours to actually go to sleep. I couldn't stop thinking about her. On my bed. Where no other girl has been before. In her fucking dress that had risen up to the top of her thighs.
God, I'm trying so hard to be good to her.
We make it to the parking lot and she stops in front of her car. She looks up at me, that smile on her face.
Fuck, that smile.
"Bring it in," she raises her arms and I find myself getting excited.
Excited for a fucking hug.
I bend and her arms wrap around my neck. I stand straight up and her legs dangle.
Then, she raises her legs and wraps them around my torso. I tense at the feeling, not used to this position not being sexual.
Or sexy time as she fucking calls it.
She pulls away and just looks at me. I look back into those emerald green eyes of hers.
"I'll see you later, Grey," she scrunches her nose making a funny face, "try not to get headbutted again."
"Y'know what I mean? Like do this," she jerks her head to the left quickly, dodging an imaginary headbutt.
I walk to the driver side of her car, opening the door and sitting her in her seat.
"I'll try that," she still looks at me for a few seconds. I lean in and place a kiss on her forehead.
That's friendly, right?
I've gotta experiment sometime. I can't just fucking go on without touching her. The hugs are purely friendly. I'm not a purely friendly type of guy even though she's got me hugging for the first time in my life.
"Good?" I question quietly, pulling away and leaning down to be closer to her. Her cheeks flush a light pink and my heart does a stupid fucking twitch.
What the fucking fuck.
She leans up and I feel her lips on my forehead. My eyes close at the feeling and my heart does something funny again. The fuck is going on with me?
"Goodnight Grey," she smiles, buckling her seatbelt. I back away and close her door still fucked up from her kiss.
~~~
"What's with the face?" Jai questions as I walk back into the bar. He wipes down a table from the last customers that came in before we closed.
"Nothing," I mumble, clearing my face of whatever the emotion was on it. I walk into the back and to the room at the very end of the hall.
I close the door behind me and my eyes catch sight of the picture hung on the wall of all of us. I glance at Jake in the picture and run my hand through my hair.
DOA
Severed spinal cord.
I let out a harsh sigh and shake my head from the thoughts.
And she fucking blames herself. Not only did she have to live through the hell of seeing her dead brother's eyes open and staring at her when he was dead, but she fucking blames herself.
"Roman mentioned the chick in your office," Jonas claps my back and I feel my shoulders grow tense.
"Also said he'd seen her another time," a smirk reaches his lips.
"Is the bossman keeping around a fuck-budd-" I grab him by the collar of his shirt and slam him into the wall in front of me. I hear the guys on the couches jump up at the sudden loud noise and seeing him up against the wall.
"Shut the fuck up."
I take my hands off him with a jerk and turn around.
"Her tits aren't even shit anyway," he tries as a final blow.
Hearing someone talk about her like she's a piece of shit oddly sets me the fuck off. Before I even know it, my fist is flying at his face.
I don't stop. Not until they grab me and pull me off of him.
"What the fuck?" Jai says confusedly, finally arriving probably after hearing all the yelling from the guys behind me.
"I swear to fuck," I turn to Jai, "control your little brother."
"And don't you ever fucking talk about her again," I can't even control the words as they spill out of my mouth. What is she doing to me? I'm turning into a fucking blabbermouth just like her.
Not paying attention to any of the widened eyes in the room, I walk up to the bulletin board.
Stop fucking thinking about it. Her. Everything.
"Timothy Wells," I get their attention and they don't say anything else about what just happened.
"He's holding an auction three hours away from here," I speak loudly, pinning up a picture of him for all the guys to see. Jonas can't see through his swelling eyes but it's not like he's coming to a fucking bust any time soon. He needs to mature up.
"An estimated fifteen girls will be there tonight," I look around at them. They all looked pissed.
These busts are the ones that no one wants to go to. They take a toll on everyone. We see the kind of shit that no one wants to see.
Little women and kids being sold to be raped, tortured, and eventually killed.
"We have to blend in," I nod at them, telling them that the jeans and shirts that we're wearing is what we're keeping on.
"Three exits," I put up a map of the place where the auction is being held up on the board.
"Grey," Maxon nearly fucking giggles.
"What?"
"Is that- Is that a scrunchie on your wrist?" they laugh and I look down at the gray fabric on my wrist.
"The fuck does it look like?" I grumble. So fucking what? Fuckers'll never get what I have.
"Definitely a scrunchie," Linc smirks, popping a piece of gum in his mouth.
"Then it's a fuckin' scrunchie," I deadpan, "kiss my ass motherfuckers."
"Roman and Theo," I continue, nodding toward the two of them, forgetting their snickering, "Y'all stay outside at the back entrance; expect most of those who are trying to escape going out that door."
"Reed and Maxon, take the side exit," I point to where that is.
"Blaise and Linc, get the front exit," I motion to it.
"Everyone else, you're inside with me." I look out at all of them, "we're going in blind. We don't know how many people will be there. Watch each others' backs."
"Let's go."
"What about me?" Jonas asks, holding a towel up to his nose.
"Clean the fuckin' toilets for all I give a shit," I sneer at him.
We suit up. Guns go in waistbands, around ankles, in boots, and in jacket pockets. We head to the front and Jai opens the closet.
He hands out padded leathers to everyone.
For some reason, I think about actually putting one on. Why? I've never put one on before.
'I'll see you later, Grey.'
What if I don't see her later? What if something does happen and she can't see me? I can't see her?
I fiddle with the scrunchie on my wrist thinking about it. I shake my head, taking the scrunchie off and putting it in my back pocket.
I need to focus.
~~~
?Azalea?
"I feel like I'm seeing you a little less nowadays," Mr. Terrip greets me as I walk into the store.
"I'm sorry," I give his frail figure a hug. He needs some meat on his bones, I swear.
It took a couple of days to clean my room. Especially the floor where glass from the mirror was everywhere.
Plus, Grey has taken me up on the challenge of eating a full pizza. I got to the last piece before I had to stop. He sat and watched me with those gorgeous amused eyes of his after he finished eating his food.