The Suspect

Chapter 11

"Absolutely not!"

I turn at that deep voice and glare at Tatum, standing right behind me. Kiara stands beside me and the three of us are huddled up in my escape panic room.

"We have to tell them. We need their help and assistance as much as we do mine or even Kiara's," I explain as he pinches the bridge of his nose.

"Look, you've already told your father, which you shouldn't have by the way," he directs at me, "And judging by the fact that little Ms.Weasely is present here right now," he refers to my best friend and she scoffs at him, "you've obviously told her too."

"Was that supposed to be an insult? The Weasely's are one of the highlights of the series, so thank you very much, Malfoy!" she rages and pauses, "And before you make any assumptions, it's the father I'm referring to," she spits and turns away from him.

His jaw ticks and I know he's about to retort so I step in, "Are both of you done making us aware that you fantasize about kids with wands?" I look at Kiara and then at Tatum, and speak before either of them have the chance to, "Good. Now, thanks for stating the obvious dickwad," I jest towards Tatum.

"All I'm trying to say is if other people get to know about our deal, you're just putting our asses on the line even more than you already are," he sighs and rests his hip on the dirty sink.

"Our asses on the line? No, I'm putting my ass on the line enough by helping you. Not yours. That's on you, whether or not you decide to fuck this up," I point at him and see his jaw tighten even more. Geez, I'm afraid it'll snap once more he does that.

"Well, I'm not the one skipping blissfully into la la land telling every other person in my way about this. I haven't told anyone and that's the least you can do too,"

"If you don't have any friends just admit it," Kiara remarks and I try my best to stifle a chuckle which is easy with the glare Tatum is shooting at me right now.

"You know I've spent all of five fucking minutes with you in this room, and I already want to put a bullet through your brain," he turns to Kiara who I'm pretty sure has steam shooting out of her ears, "So do us both a favor and shut the fuck up. Let the adults do the talking, okay little Weasely?" he fumes.

"Woah, tone it down dickwad. Don't speak to her like that," I say but it's ignored since both of them are in the middle of a little staring contest right now.

Kiara moves her jacket out of the way and points at her gun, "It's right here, why don't you come and do it for me because if I listen to you speak to me like that again, I will blow your dick out and feed it to the rats in the sewer. Don't test me," she growls and I cheer her on in my head however we're wasting valuable time so I take matters into my own hands.

"Okay! That's enough," I yell at the top of my voice which thankfully manages to break their stare-off, and both their heads snap towards me.

"Kiara, go back to my office, I'll meet you in a bit," I demand, and her face scrunches at the sternness of my voice.

"But—"

"Leave," I say more firmly, and she silently obliges and leaves, but not before flipping the bird at Tatum.

I turn to see Tatum smirking and I lightly smack him in the head, just like I did the last time he was trying to act all arrogant and smug.

"Ow, what was that for?" he winces, rubbing the spot on his head.

"Oh, I don't know maybe for acting like a complete child. God, it felt like I was babysitting little children listening to you two go at it. Quit it, will you."