AllFreeNovel
Share Us
What the fuck?
Don’t these people know who I am? Whowe’resupposed to be? What we can do with even the most innocent-looking items? I can turn a fucking paper clip into a lethal weapon, and they’re just giving me a steak knife for shits and giggles?
Is this some lame attempt at showing that they trust us? Or is it a test? To see if we’re trustworthy. Because I’m not, by the way.
I slip the knife from the table and slide it up the sleeve of my fetching orange jumpsuit. It clashes horribly with my hair and fits appallingly. I think I’m going to break out in hives if I wear it for much longer. That’s when it dawns on me that none of the men around the table are dressed like prison inmates. I mean sure, Hatchet is in a wife beater, but that appears to be by choice. Snow’s wearing a wannabe bad boy leather jacket, whereas Honey’s is the real deal. Ghost – the white-blond one I remember now – has on a thin grey zip top with the hood up so that only a lazy flick of pale fringe is showing. Bones and Night look like they’re off to the opera or some shit, in full blown suits and ties. Night’s is a three-piece.
Actually, their smart attire is what makes them look the most terrifying prospects around the table. The others look more or lessnormalbut those two are on a whole different playing field.
I gulp when Night catches my eye and smirks at me. Well. I think it’s a smirk. With his sharp brows and numerous face tattoos, it’s hard to tell. That may just be the way his face looks. Fuck my life if it doesn’t get my pulse racing though. He’s positively demonic. I like it a lot. Maybe even more than Daddy and Ducati dicks.
Metal doors at the far end of the room slide open and numerous staff file into the room carrying an assortment of dishes which are gently placed in the centre of the table. They leave, the doors close, and we’re all alone once again.
“What gives?” I blurt out as the others all jump in and start serving themselves.
Bones stills and looks at me. “What do you mean?” His voice is as dark as the look he gives me. I shiver. I wouldloveto meet him alone in a dark alleyway at midnight.
“Where’s the surveillance?”
“We’re always under surveillance,” Snow scoffs. My fingers twitch to drive the steak knife into his temple, but like a fucking saint, I resist.
“But where’s the people?”
“With the technology this place has, they don’t need that many staff,” Night explains, leaning forward in his seat to capture me in his fathomable midnight gaze. It’s hypnotic. I’m pretty sure if he stared at me too long, I’d fall under his spell and do anything he asked. “And I’d put that knife back if I were you. They won’t like it.”
“Will I get in trouble?” I challenge, flirtily, batting my eyelashes. I don’t give a shit, but I’m happy to keep him talking and his attention on me.
He shakes his head like I amuse him. “No. Not for taking it. It’s what you intend to do with it that could lead to…trouble as you put it.”
“I can’t be held responsible for myintentions, just my actions.”
Night gives me awanna betsort of look and I sneer. “What, does all their fancy technology include the thought police too? What are we, stuck in a dystopian YA novel?”
“YA?”
I stare at him in disbelief. Surely everyone knows that? Shaking my head at his cluelessness, I explain, “Young adult.”
Night laughs, and the sound sends delicious shivers down my spine and makes the tiny little hairs on my arms stand on end. “I don’t think most of us here can be counted asyoungadults.”
“Whatever.” I shrug before filling my plate with whatever dishes are closest to me. They all look good. It’s not until my plate’s heaped high that I notice the silence and look up. They’re all staring at me, except for Night, who’s twirling his wineglass in small circles, staring at it like it holds the answers to all of life’s greatest mysteries.
“What?” I snap, defensive.
“You eat a lot,” Snow says with a smirk. Jeez, is it like, the only facial expression he’s capable of? I swear someone probably told him he was a cheeky chappy when he was younger and now he thinks he can still play that role. It ain’t cute.
Damn him though, cause he is.
“Bite me.” I flick him the bird and get stuck into my food, but the prickly feeling of eyes on my skin continues.
STARE AT ME LIKE I’M JESUS WALKING ON WATER
‘YOU SHOULD SEE ME IN A CROWN’ – BILLIE EILISH
KOOKABURRA
Sighing, I put down my fork and swallow my mouthful and repeat, “What?” but with a little less attitude this time. More emphasis though. They’re really trying my patience.
“You made Night laugh.” The dark haired one wearing a suit – Bones? – sounds accusatory.
