Page 28 of Bazooka
“That’s out of the question, Lucius. You know that.”
“Screw you, Levi.”
“You can’t stay here,” Baz said, sounding incredulous. “Get that out of your head.”
Get that out of my head?Get that out of my head?My God, I was livid.
“I wouldn’t stay here if you begged me to,” I bit out.
It was officially our first fight. And I officially hated it.
His eyes narrowed. “Why didn’t you want to go to the hospital?”
The sudden change of subject made me want to strangle him, because he did it on purpose. He wanted to ruffle me; make me talk.
“‘Cause I hate them,” I growled. “Just like I hate you.”
“I will find out sooner or later,” he said matter-of-factly when the doorbell rang.
“I’ll get it,” I said, sliding down the countertop with a groan of pain. “‘Cause I’m tempted to hit you.”
I stomped across the hall, fuming. Well, I limped more than stomped because my ankle throbbed. I looked through the peephole only to see a long-legged, blonde, Barbie-lookalike standing outside the door. She was checking herself in the handbag mirror, and it almost made me implode. Whothe fuckwas that? Baz didn’t have a girlfriend, did he? I would know, wouldn’t I?
Cold sweat washed over me, and I considered not opening the door when the doorbell rang again.
I yanked the door open. “What?”
The blonde standing in the doorway flinched at the sight of me. She gave me the once-over and made a face. What did thatstupid expression mean? Shock? Sympathy? Pity? Disgust? All the above? Well, fuck her. As if I didn’t know that I looked like an uglier version of the Hunchback of Notre Dame after a good thrashing.
“Hi,” she said in a soft voice. “Is Levi here?”
Levi? Fucking Levi?
“He doesn’t live here,” I said before my brain could stop me.
She glanced at her phone, seemingly confused. “The address seems correct.”
When she looked at me again, I could almost hear the wheels turning in her head. “Are you perhaps—?”
“His boyfriend?” I said, smiling sweetly. “What gave me away?”
“Oh,” she murmured, looking fuckingdisappointed.
I was about to slam the door in her face when a large hand caught it and stopped me.
“Actually, he’s more of a pest. Or a stray kitten,” Bazooka said from behind me. “Hey, Patricia.”
The blonde smiled too widely for my liking.
“Hey, Levi. I thought I had the wrong address.”
“No, the address is correct.”
She looked at me, biting her lip.
“This is your… erm…”
“That’s Luz,” Bazooka said as if it were self-explanatory. I could feel his body heat behind me, and it distracted me from saying anything. “What brings you here? Did something happen? Is the sketch artist with you by any chance?”
