Page 30 of Lilah
What a strong guy.
The taste of blood seeps into my mouth and I cringe. My nose and top lip feel numb at the moment but I know that in the morning, I'll definitely be feeling the pain.
Unfortunately, I can't even smell Grey due to the blood filling my nose. What a shame. He turns me toward him, and I blink rapidly keeping my eyes from watering up.
I can't even think clearly right now. Is he being nice or am I hallucinating?
"Lilah-" the bartender from before starts but Grey cuts him off with a glare. And, he's back.
"Her name's Azalea."
"Azalea, are you okay?" he winces, handing me a stack of napkins. I shove them on my nose and give him a little nod.
Grey stands in between my legs and I'm glad I have napkins over my face because I'm blushing like a mother-frigger right now.
I pull the napkins away and look up at him.
"This is what you get for not giving me moonshine. A bloody counter," I narrow my eyes. He rolls his dark eyes and grabs my hand, putting it back up to my nose.
He lifts me down from the counter and I look down at all the drink selections under the counter. I spot the moonshine. I go for it.
I grab the one labeled 'Peach'. Then I put it back realizing that it's missing some because of the glass I was given. I grab the one beside it, thankfully, it's peach too.
Before I can put it under my shirt or even make a run for it, Grey's pressed up against my back. His arms come around my frame and he takes it from my hands.
"I told you no," he says lowly down at me. He sits it on the counter and begins leading me into the back of the place where no one can see.
He pushed me lightly into the bathroom, following behind me and shutting the door. I'm not even worried anymore, if he wanted to kill me, he would've already done it. Plus, I could take him in a fight.
I remove the napkin from my face and look in the mirror, having to slightly stand on my tippy toes to see myself. Who even makes these tall mirrors?
I cringe at myself. Good heavens, I look like I've been brutally beaten with a baseball bat. Or just elbowed in the face, the same thing.
The pain sets in and I sigh. I turn on the water, putting my hair up to not get it wet. I already look beaten up, I don't want to look like a wet dog on top of that.
Grey just stands there silently, with his eyes on me. What a great help he is.
"Exactly why you should just stay where you belong," he grumbles and I pull away from the water.
I belong wherever I want to belong. CIA headquarters? Dang right. Pimp central? Yep. A bar? Sure, why not?
"How many time are you going to tell me that I shouldn't come here?"
"As many times as it takes to get it through your thick fucking skull," he sneers and I hold back my fists that want to go swinging.
"As many times as it takes," I mimic him, only feeling his glare on the side of my head.
"Go ahead, glare at me all you want. Glare at the girl with a busted lip and broken-in-half-nose," I jump at him to scare him but he doesn't move.
"I will if she's being an immature little shit," he glares harder, stepping up to me, admittedly making me feel smaller.
Big girl britches; activated.
"Well guess what? You're abigcrap," bam, suck on that.
He grabs another napkin off the sink and he places it on my nose. I take hold of it and sigh. I thought it had stopped but I guess not.
"Thank you," I say softly.
