Guns and Roses

Chapter 6 - The Grey Ring

Rafael pov -

My daily routine will make anyone miserable but for me it's shit I like to do. Since I'm a fbi I'm never home, at any hour of the day I could be called for a profile or a new file or if we found anything. During any case the team never sleeps.

But they do need tiny breaks, others would go for coffee or for food but I don't take breaks. I work till I get the profile ready or until my work is at a good pace.

If I am free I would go to the gym and work out for a couple hours and after heading home to clean myself I go to work again. I'm never home.

We finished a case a few days ago but the fucker had a gun and shot Ryan. I was volunteered to help him. Or should I'd at forced to. I don't talk to anyone on the team unless it's about work purposes. Ryan was the first person i had a talked to on that team that's not work purposes. It was fucking weird.

Ryan told me how everyone apparently on their knees for me but I'm intimating to them so they rather not say anything. At first I thought he was lying but he showed me a couple of texts that made me wanna punch the screen.

Relationships aren't my thing. Hell I'd never be one, not now and not later. I'm a closed off person. Every time we're interrogating someone I'm always the one doing it because I come off scary and it makes the people spill their fucking guts.

Ryan called me a loner but that's fucking bull. If I were fucking lonely I would feel it, I would complain about it, I would of done something but no i just don't like people. I am closed off and like it that way.

I hate showing emotions. And I literally can't. It's my whole personality.

I looked at the ring placed on the seat next to me and picked it up slowly. I looked at it confused. Is she fucking serious? It's a grey ring. Wait grey. She called me fucking grey.

That's not my name. I didn't even tell her my name and I don't plan on to. I brought my attention back to the grey ring. Why does she have a random grey men's ring around in her purse.

I look closer at it and see a word craved onto it.

'Mine'

Did she give me a couple ring? Why the hell did she give me this. I didn't need anything from her. I don't need anything.

Does she fucking like me too. She's fucking bold. I met her two days ago and she's already doing too much. She's too bubbly it makes me wanna punch the wall.

I'm not used to people talking to me so much. What confuses me more is she wears a thing on her head covering her hair. I've never seen it before. It makes it obvious that I'm staring at her. Why does she wear that cloth?

I get my wallet and placed the ring in it. I'll give it to her or throw it out. I'll deal with this later.

I hate that girl so fucking much but I still let her sit in my car while I drive her to her house. And in my personal car. My other car is my police car. I need park this in my warehouse full of the other cars.

I began to drive away, my mind wondered back to that women. She went to a illegal party, nothing new I see but it surprised me when I saw her still covering her hair and wearing a dress that doesn't show any skin. Once again questions wind up in my head but I don't have time for her.

I have work to handle. And only work. I shouldn't be on her topic, I won't see her again so if doesn't fucking matter.

Plus she's fucking annoying, she makes me angry. I hate her so damn much. She's the opposite of me. That's something I hate truly in her.