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

I wanted to read more, but didn't contemplated much. Keeping the newspaper back along with the remaining files, I left the room silently.

My mind still occupied with the newspaper thing. Her name; she being pregnant, and found drunk.; consuming drugs, was all wandering inside my head. My mind shifted

when I saw Xaviar sitting on the couch speaking with mom. Her face contoured with different shades of bliss.

Cocking her head in my direction, she stood on her heel with a gleamy smile.

And, just like other times, my stupid cheeks started getting all red, and hot in mortification.

"I came here to tell you that-" She stopped breaking the sentence in between, and continued. "Hueson wants you to take you somewhere."

Mom started squealing beside her whilst clapping her hands in pure joy. The action causing me to register the words Xaviar just spoke.

Chapter 137