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

He stopped in his tracks and raised his right bro amused and asked "Oh!..so your imagining me sniffing you?"

I didn't replied anything and stood on my spot unfazed. Shoving his right hand in his jeans pocket he took out a cigarette, and started smoking.

Scowling I glared at him in pure disgust. Blowing out some smoke from his mouth and he spoke "I find few bucks missing from the counter"

"Why is the counter empty?" He continued asking sternly.

"I wanted to use the washroom" I said nonchalantly.

"I think somebody have stolen the money from the counter" He said, taking few steady steps towards me.

"Who?" I asked, getting agitated with each step he took.

"I think it's you." He said in a breathy voice. One hand still holding the lightened cigarette, he continued walking towards me.

Narrowing my eyes I glared at him, and asked "How are so sure about that?"

Chapter 25