His favourite Toy

Part 10: Coffee Out-Burst

"Order for Grace?" The barista shouted out, their eyes scanning the Starbucks. I raised my head from my phone, flashing them a smile while I innocently waved over, heading over to retrieve my coffee.

"Thanks, have a good day" I said to the barista, removing the lid to blow on.

"You too" they replied cheerfully while they headed back to the tills. I turned my body over to the exit, blowing gently on my coffee until suddenly I hit into someone, my coffee going over myself and the stranger. I let out a little shriek, mainly to the surprise and the boiling hot water all over myself. The stranger and I both raised our arms, viewing the state of our once clean clothes.

"I'm so sorry, I-" I raised my head up, to suddenly feel a wave of panic over come me. My hair stuck up on my arms, goosebumps drove over me. Seeing those eyes, those tattoos...

"I thought I recognised you"

———

Quickly, I slammed my car door, staring down at my wheel aimlessly. The bastard... thought he recognised me? Gave ME condolences for Mia and even tried to retrieve my details to go into contact again? If we weren't in public, I'd do more than cause a coffee spillage. I gave my surroundings a quick scan, peering through all my windows and once I saw nobody was present I let out the loudest scream, smashing my hands against the wheel, rocking my body back and forth.

Hannibal's POV

I let myself out of the Bentley, adjusting my blazer and about to head into the village to search for some essentials, until my eyes laid on Grace who was sat in her vehicle, screaming continuously, viciously smacking her steering wheel in a fit of rage. I just stood puzzled, attempting to compute the sight I was seeing until it all made sense when I saw Kenny approaching her car with a Starbucks in hand, coffee spilled all over himself. As much as I wanted to intervene, I want to see how she reacts to Kenny since I know she won't be completely honest. Kenny tapped his knuckle on her car window.

Graces POV

The few knocks made me shoot my head over at the noise, making me jump - especially once I saw him again. He gave me an innocent wave, pointing at a Starbucks in his hand. As much as I wanted to run over his feet, I rolled down my window and since It was an old car, It squealed and often froze and I wanted him to picture me as not a toy anymore, but a human being. I gave him an evil stare, my eyebrows furrowed up at him but I knew he couldn't stay serious due to my window. He let out a laugh, wiping his face with his coffee stained hand - now I'm glad it was burning hot.

"What?" I growled, shaking my head at him.

"I thought you deserved this" he laughed, attempting to hand me over the Starbucks. Then, he hand gestured around my car.
"You definitely need this" he added on, getting the Starbucks closer to me. Now that his hand was in my car and through my personal bubble, I grabbed it off of him and placed it in my cup holder, starting the engine but he leaned on my car door, his head poking through my window. I reluctantly twitched my head away from him, analysing his calmed face.
"How's that old man?" He asked me, sparking shitty small talk. I shook my head at him, hitting a beat on my steering wheel in a hope he'd get the message to fuck off.

"I wouldn't know" I replied back, keeping my tone mutual as I stared out my front window - anywhere but him. He gave me an awkward chuckle, adjusting his elbows on my car which made me shudder in disgust.

"Gone on another bender again, huh?" He spoke out, licking his top lip with his tongue.

"Kenny. I need to go, so please" I hand gestured at his elbows in frustration. He backed away, raising his hands up at me in a joking manner.

"Okay, I'll see you-" he went on to say but I reversed out of my parking spot, subtly trying to sip on the coffee he bought me but I wouldn't want to give him the satisfaction of seeing me drink it.

——— I slammed my front door with my back, allowing my bag to drop off my shoulders onto the floor. I stormed into my kitchen, running to grab the phone phone off the wall. Once I found the house phone, I swooped it off the wall, raising it to my ear once I dialled my fathers number. As I was waiting for the phone to ring, I porched my waist on my kitchen counter, tapping my finger tips on the counter. During the ringing, I processed my rant to my dad like... where are you? Fuck you! I hate y-

"Get a grip, Grace" Mia scoffed, in a frustrated tone. I shot a cold glare at her, seeing her located behind the breakfast bar, opposite from me. She chuckled at me, bucking her hips forward to also lean on the kitchen counter. Suddenly, I heard a ring come from the living room, making me hairs stick up. Also, Mias face dropped at me, slowly standing up from the kitchen counter. I dropped the house phone onto the counter and began to follow the phone ringing,

I reached the living room, to discover my fathers phone laid on the coffee table, buzzing around. I stood still for a moment, before hesitantly reaching out to the phone and swooping it off the table. I ended the call, to see multiple texts appearing.

Where's my money, bitch?

Pick up the phone pussy

I'll find you

Motherfucker, I will kill you

A subtle gasp escaped my lips the further and further I read the messages. This only concerned me, for my parents to be gone with nothing. No info for me, or clothes for them. As I was deep in my thoughts, I got three knocks on my front door. I jolted my head up, due to the seriousness of the knocks. My first thoughts? Dad? Mum... Kenny? While still holding my dads phone, I took easy steps to my front door cautiously.

"Hello?" I called out, my hand lingering over the lock.

"Miss. Washington? I am Agent Crawford from the FBI" the voice called out, his tone gravel-like and yet again serious, just like his knocks. Before letting them into my home, I shot an eye through the peep hole to discover a face I've not seen before. Crawford wore a black hat, along with a grey trench coat which complimented his dark eyes and facial hair. Once I knew it was safe, I opened up the door for the mans eye to lay onto mine.
"Hello" he formally spoke, showing me his credentials from his pocket however I took no notice. Instead, I was slanting my head at him, my arm blocking him from entering which I knew he took note of from his glance.
"Lady of the house, I see?" He attempted to get a giggle out of me, however I raised an eyebrow up at him.

"May I ask what you need?" I inquired. He nodded his head at me once, taking a peep inside my home.

"May we talk inside?" He asked politely, awaiting for my approval. I took a glance inside my home, seeing it was in a some sort of clean state. I brought my attention back to the man, giving him a nod of approval and removing my arm from his way, opening up my door for him. He flashed me a smile while taking steps into my home, taking in its decor but it was rather boring. I shut the door behind him, my eyes often switching between the door closing and the man's back.

"Can I ask what's this is about?" I questioned him, positioning myself in front of him.

"Yes" he replied, turning his head towards me.
"But you may want to sit down"