Dark Truths

Chapter 8

Zack's POV

I glare at the table as I wipe it down with a cloth, wanting nothing more than to go home. And maybe punch a fucking wall on the way there.

The bar has closed, and I'm just wiping down the tables before locking up. Somehow, I'm in a worse mood than I was this time yesterday when the annoying ass cleaning crew was here.

The door to the bar suddenly opens, and I look to see Leo walking in, on the phone. He closes the door behind him, looking more serious than usual.

He then spots me, and he seems to relax a bit. He shoots me a smile, before looking away. I turn back to cleaning the table aggressively. "Listen, I'll call you back," Leo says before it goes quiet.

"Hello Darling" Leo says, and I hear his footsteps walk over to me. "Fuck off Leo" I mumble. "Someone's moody" He chuckles.

I throw the cloth at the table, standing up and facing him. "I swear to god Leo, I'm not in the mood. Fuck off" I tell him, and he takes a step closer, standing right in front of me. "What happened?" Leo asks me, and I roll my eyes.

He grabs my wrist just as I'm about to walk away. "Hey, what happened?" He repeats.

"Henry didn't show up for work, meaning I have to fire him, meaning I have to hire new people now. I dropped not one, but fucking two glasses today. Then I bloody cut myself cleaning them up. And some drunk asshole dropped a beer. And to top it all off, I forgot my phone charger so now my phone is dead" I scowl, before sighing, running a hand through my hair. Now I'm fucking complaining like a little kid to Leo of all people.

"It isn't your day, huh?" Leo says, and I hum. "Indeed" I mutter, turning around. I need to finish cleaning these tables so I can leave.

Only I'm stopped when Leo places his hands on my shoulders, pulling me back into his chest. "Take a minute to relax," He says, and I roll my eyes. I know it won't work. I'm agitated by everything. But for whatever reason I try it. I lean back into Leo's chest, and he places his hands on my side. For whatever reason, I don't punch him in the face.

"I think you can add tired to your list," Leo says, and I sigh. "Shut up". He chuckles, while one of his hands moves from my side to my elbow. He trails it down my arm, leaving goosebumps on my skin as he does..because he's cold. Yeah, right he's cold.

He stops at my wrist, grabbing onto it and raising it up. I realise he's inspecting the cut on the palm of my hand, the one I got from the broken glass.

"You need to dress it. I'll do it for you" Leo says, and I nod slowly. I'm confused as to why I'm suddenly so comfortable with Leo touching me, and why my heart is beating fast while I'm just standing.

"You okay?" Leo asks, and I hum. "Yeah". I lean my head back against his shoulder, staring up while I feel Leo caress the back of my injured hand with his thumb.

"Not a word about this. Ever" I mumble, and he laughs quietly. "Want me to wrap my arms around your waist as well?" Leo says, jokingly. Although, I doubt he'd refuse if I said yes.

"No" I lie, rolling my eyes.

Leo chuckles, and I stare up at the dirty ass ceiling. I think it's been more than a minute. And oddly, I am relaxed. But I make no move to move away.

Suddenly, Leo places his hands on my back and shoves me roughly to the ground.

I scowl, fucking livid. "What the actual fuck is wrong with you-" I shout but quickly stop when I hear a gunshot.

I roll around immediately, seeing Leo with a gun pointed behind the bar. I look, seeing an arm with a gun stick out from the back of the bar. Leo ducks just as the gun fires multiple times.