Page 60 of Lilah
"Who the fuck's that?" Grey questions down to me although his scowl stays on Aaron.
"Aaron, this is my friend Grey," I hear Grey's knuckles crack as he clenches his fist. Holy cow.
"Grey," I grab his clenched fist and place it behind me so that Aaron can't see it. God knows he'd freak and probably call the police or something.
"This is my friend Aaron," I look between both guys. Aaron's eyes are narrowed at Grey and Grey, well, of course, he's glaring at him.
The fist behind me unclenches and grips onto the back of my shirt as if it acts as some sort of calming solution.
The two don't say anything. They're sizing each other up. Losers.
If I was Aaron, I would be extra friendly to the large man beside me.
It's quite obvious the size difference between the two. Aaron may be fit but Grey is one heck of aman.
"Um," I break the silence.
"I should head on back to-"
"I haven't seen you around here," Aaron chides. He grew up here, he knows a lot of people.
"I haven't been around here," his deep voice grumbles from beside me. We've got a Knoxville boy over here.
"Is that so?" Aaron asks like he's some sort of FBI interrogator. Excuse me Aaron, I'm the one with the qualifications here, not you.
Why so suspicious all of a sudden?
I can feel that Grey doesn't like Aaron's words by the way he releases my shirt before grabbing a bigger bunch of it and leaning closer to me.
"What's your fuckin' deal?" I look up to Grey as he scowls darkly at Aaron.
Aaron raises his arms in surrender.
"We should head back to the store," I interrupt them. Gosh, these two are stressing me the heck out.
I walk out of Grey's grip and toward Aaron. I turn back to him.
"Goodbye, Grey," I tell him softly before grabbing Aaron's arm and pulling him with me.
"I trust that guy as far as I can throw him," Aaron lets out as we walk back to my car.
"That's not very far," I laugh, "he's a lot bigger than you!"
"That hurt my ego a bit don't say it again," he grumbles back.
"There's no reason to 'not trust him.' You don't even know him enough to decide that," I shake my head at him.
"He's a dickhead."
What can he just see that through Grey's stance or something? He's spoken two sentences to him.
"I've already established that he's one of those but you haven't so don't judge," I point my finger out and he lets out a defeated sigh.
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-Warning: Trafficking, rape, drugs, and murder take place or are mentioned after this point-
