Page 111 of Lilah
I don't have a damn clue what the feeling is like to love someone. I don't even think that word has ever left my lips before but with her, I can feel it being a possibility.
If I don't fuck things up first.
Even now, for the first time in my life, I think I miss her. I think; I don't know what that feeling is. But I feel like I'm missing something and it isn't the fucking scrunchie on my wrist or our weaponry.
Her stupid random comments.
Fuck, even her laugh has my heart feeling like a dumb blubbering bitch.
I take another sip of my fucking milkshake.
Goddammit.
Roman looks at me with a calculated gaze. I glare back at him.
"Are you mad at your milkshake?" Jai asks from beside me and I loosen my grip on the cup in my hand.
"No."
"They're ready for us to be there," Roman chimes in.
"They can fuckin' wait."
"They've already been waiting for almost an hour now. You've got a long lasting milkshake," Jai chuckles. I feel my jaw tick as I rise from my seat.
Arriving at the unit's HQ I walk into the meeting room and they're all there. Jai and Roman follow soon after and take their seats along one of the tables.
"Joshua Vander," I speak out, picking up his file.
"He's been on the run since early last year," I continue.And apparently you fucks can't catch him, that's why we're here.
"Hold up," a guy sitting at one of the tables say suddenly. I feel a scowl form on my face at the interruption. A guy, probably in his mid-thirties, leans forward at his table, his eyes on me.
"They expect us to listen to some twenty-something year old who's wearing a scrunchie and drinking a milkshake?" heasks out. What the fuck is everyone's deal with the goddamn scrunchie?
I sit my milkshake down. I guess the title FAA that rests on the fucking board behind me doesn't mean shit to him.
"If it bothers you that much," I keep my voice calm, "go ahead and don't listen to me. Then get your fucking ass killed, see if I care."
"It'd be under your mission," he tries back. Everyone else remains quiet.
Like that would fucking hurt me.
"Not my responsibility. You don't follow my orders, that's your own fucking fault. I'm only here to win the chase that you couldn't," I look down at the ring on his ring finger. The idiot who has someone waiting for him at home can't even swallow his pride enough to listen to someone younger than him.
"Who says we couldn't catch him ourselves?" his face turns redder and redder as he gets mad.
"The fucking time limit between the date the warrant was set and now," I look at the original warrant date, "almost two years ago."
"Fuck you," he sneers. Being as old as he is, I would've thought he'd be less of a prick. Guess not.
"What the fuck do you know? I've been in this unit for over ten years, I know what the hell I'm doing!" he stands up and I pick up my milkshake, taking another sip.
"Well damn!" Maxon chuckles. The one Azalea said had anice fucking ass.
"Why didn't you tell us that!" he says sarcastically, "If you're so good, where is he?"
The room remains quiet.
