as much as i hate to admit it i caught on, he wanted me and george to look like we came from the bathroom. Together.
i pierced my lips in realization, he nodded very subtlety and completely turned away from me.
"okay bathroom now" i turned george around and gave him a little nudge, trying to get him in as fast as possible
i felt a little resistance because he had no idea what we where doing but he went with it nothing the less.
i slammed open the bathroom door, going straight for the sink.
"what the hell are we doing" he held his hands out in confusion as he stood by the door, his eyes on me
"we need to look like we came from the bathroom together" i said quickly while throwing my jacket over the stall door, walking to the sink
"okay but why" george was still overly confused
"because there's two cops with phil right now and technically i'm phil's son so i had to have been here the entire time" i started the sink, getting my hands wet and running them through my hair
george didn't argue any further, i saw him throw his jacket over the stall as well.
i stopped paying attention to him when he pulled out his phone, doing who knows what.
i untucked my shirt and scrunched it a little bit, but then i felt force on my waste.
i flinched at the sudden contact but smelt george's vanilla cinnamon scent, sending immediate shivers down my spine.
"why not make it more visible" i heard him mumble into my ear as he practically nibbled on my earlobe.
"remember this was your idea" i chuckled and leaned my head back, into the crook of his neck as his face was against my neck
as pleased as george was when i let him have control, i'm not a fucking bottom.
i snaked my hands around to his waste, holding him in place as i swiftly spun us around so he was leaning against the sink and our bodies where facing each others.
"it was bound to happen" he giggled a little bit but i just stared at him.
his body posture changed when i didn't react, and he took it serious.
i connected our lips harshly, wasting no time for anything.
Counter clockwise or not, we had one minute.
my lips left his soft mouth, leaving a trail of kisses down his neck, finding a rich spot, one that made him jolt with excitement.
i bit the spot softly, sucking on it at the same time.
after a moment i pulled back, seeing a very light, barley visible hikie. Although i could do way worse, now was not the time and the diner was not the place.
"weak" george scoffed as he looked in the mirror, admiring the mark i left
"george you can't walk out there looking like an animal got you" i laughed and stepped back, giving him his space
i picked our jackets up, handing george's to george and then we shared a moment of silence, just staring into each others eyes.
"okay" he giggled and began walking out the door, me right behind him
In the time we where gone, no longer than 3 minutes, we had managed to look like we where in there for an hour.
i trailed behind george, purposely looking almost tipsy on lust as we approached the table.
the family was still sitting in the same position, everyone at the booths eyes on me and george.
some looked surprised, most looked impressed.
i saw techno with his arms behind his back, one wrist being held by his hand, and in his free hand he gave me an OK sign.
phil's eyes turned to us, knowing exactly what we where implying to the police.
"And this is clay, my other son" i walked up slowly, george parting off for the booth
"who are these gentle men" i smiled softly, holding out my hand for a hand shake.
the men skeptically accepted it, i almost think they knew who i was. But phil had so much power, in the unknown and in town.
"these are some of my police friends" phil looked at me then at them,
i could visible see the men grit their teeth, their extra hands just begging to pull the gun. Their eyes drained of any left happiness they had when she shook my hand, my grip being of course stronger than theirs.
"Well it's nice to meet you, police friends" i smirked, my words sliding out at slightly sarcastic.
"you too, clay" one of the men said quickly, almost as if he wished to get out of here immediately.
i took a step back, alining with wilbur and techno, right behind phil. we stood almost in a soldier form, our hands behind our back, our chests tight, strong posture, chin high.
"okay well we must be off, a fugitives on the loose you know" one of the men said sarcastically, his eyes darting for me
"well we wish you the best" phil finished off quickly as the men left, their tails between their legs and almost embarrassed.
me, wilbur and techno turned to all face each other and let out a very deep breathe we didn't know we where holding
"i'm to pregnant for this" laura held the bridge of her nose and faces niki
"not for much longer" techno smiled, very visibly happy.
"2 months, 9 weeks." she had been counting the days
techno pierced his lips in satisfaction and he approached her, his hands in hers as they kissed.
"we are trying to fucking order get a room" a very high pitched voice came from the table, before even looking i knew who it was.
fucking tommy.
"fuck off" techno mumbled, only i and laura heard it but it still meant worth.
"okay, that was way to close" daryl said as he unzipped his jacket, revealing a bright red shirt like everyone else
"damn right. after this mission your on reco" phil turned to me, holding a relieved smile but he was being serious
"for how long" my mouth dropped and my words where short stemmed
"to be determined, your a fucking fugitive clay" phil's words pierced my sole, there was no way they could keep me in prison, let alone a van, but phil was worried with worried me.
i didn't respond, i just spun around on my heel to face the table
i slid into the abnormally large booth, scooting into it next to george, techno and laura sliding in on my right, after i had.
niki and wilbur got into the other side, phil still standing, on his phone for whatever reason.
then he held the phone up to his ear, as if he had called someone.
everyone was in conversation but me and techno where listening in.
"the hell do you mean they're gone" phil started, his face visibly drained
...
"okay? and? do you know how much those fucking cost" he was becoming angry
...
"no, you find them or you will show up on my doorstep with a knife in your neck" phil spat out, almost disgusted and disappointed
me and techno looked at each other and shared a worried emotion, for phil, and the other guy.
1224 words
?????
YOU ARE READING
You promised || DREAMNOTFOUND
Fiksi Penggemarthe assassin group known as nothing, known to be alive but having no prove of life. They work underground and have a multi million dollar operation under all the feds noses. They only kill for the good of Human kind but when faced with the thought o...
