malefaction : awsten knight

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TW: brief mention of vomit (nothing graphic and no more than 4 sentences!)

Angel had never seen anyone more mad than Awsten was once they were safely inside of the club.

"Do you have a fucking death wish? Genuinely what goes through your brain that you thought it would be a good idea to talk to those guys out there?" Awsten yelled in no ones general direction.

She stood near the door nervously, a million questions and more information than she would ever know what to do with circling her brain.

It was obvious to her that there was much more to this man than just a miserable man who worked at a shitty club, "I was telling them the truth! I don't know anything, I just came to bring you guys the things I made to thank you and then they were saying shit about deals, and drops, and Otto killing people?" she yelled back, adding heavy emphasis on the last part of her sentence.

"Are we going to address that or was this just some elaborate to scheme to make sure I don't come back?" she challenged.

Awsten scoffs and the four other guys look at her with their eyes wide, they hadn't realized just how much she had heard when they were outside and Awsten had been too busy yelling to even tell any of them what had been going on.

"Is someone going to fucking tell us what happened out there and why she's here?" Jawn asked, raising his voice to get their attention.

"If you think that I care enough about you to stage all of that just so that you wouldn't come back you are fucking deranged." Awsten replied coldly.

"No seriously what the fuck happened?" Lucas asked angrily.

Awsten let out a bitter laugh, "She showed up today to bring us whatever the fuck it was that she decided to bake and in turn Richard, and his men saw her and are now going to tell Ian about her. They were going to kill her, so I had to tell them that she was my fucking girlfriend."

Lucas took a step forward, earning a confused look from Angel. "Okay, maybe we should just take a step back here because this is a serious matter we need to talk about."

"What is a serious matter? Everyone is just talking around me in fucking circles and not telling me a damn thing! This is fucking insane and he's standing there acting like this is my fault for doing something nice. I don't need a recap of what just happened, I need an explanation." Angel yelled, pointing over at Awsten who had a stone cold expression on his face.

"For the love of god can you put the fucking cupcakes down? They cannot be that important!" Awsten shouts when he realizes that she's still holding them in her hands tightly.

Angel nods, making her way over to the bar where Otto was sitting.

She was most conflicted about the information she had heard about him, even though they had only had one short conversation she never could imagine him being violent enough to hurt anyone.

Let alone kill someone.

"I told those guys that it was your birthday and that's why I brought these." she told him softly, "They're all made from scratch so help yourself."

Otto smiled graciously, patting the bar stool next to him. "I didn't realize today was my birthday, do you know how old I am?" he said with a laugh.