ErzaLockhart_8373

Felon
/fè-lun/
Cruel; Wicked. 


I continued biting my lips whilst fidgeting with my finger nails, my mind still pondering over the question he asked minutes ago. 


"Ojalá éstos fueran mis dientes mordiéndote los labios." I heard him mumble under his breath. 
[I wish those were my fucking teeth biting your lips.]



I threw a morose look in his direction. "Speak an apprehensible language." I snarled getting annoyed. 



"You need to get inside my mind to understand that." He responded nonchalantly shrugging off his shoulders. 



"I don't enter dirty places." I snapped rolling my eyes. 



"But I would really enjoy entering your dirty places."

Cruel; Wicked. The Felon

"And why would I be their replacement?" I asked crossing my hands over my chest, without turning around.

"Because there are no workers.Duh!"

"Then who will take their orders at the counter " I asked turning around with a scowl on my face, and saw he was still buzy in his phone with the same monotonous expression.

"That.....you'll be taking orders from each of the table " He said meeting my gaze, a slow smirk tugging on his lips.

I just stared at him with a frown on my face and crossed my hands over my chest and asked while lifting up my right eyebrow "Do you really think I will do that?"

"You don't have any other option" He said grimly then paused for a moment then continued "Now get to work Scarr, I don't make my customers wait" He said in an implicable manner.

I didn't wanted to argue more, so I left the cabin with another loud thud.

Chapter 22