With A Twist

THIRTY-FOUR (HAZEL)*

The feeling of being back at work, covered in drinks and being called 'hey, you' , is something I never thought I would have missed. 

But here I am, serving my hundredth vodka and coke of the night, a wide smile plastered on my face. The tips are pouring in thanks to the low-cut top I insisted on wearing despite Theo and Dawson's arguments. 

As my most recent customer walks away, hands laden with drinks, another bartender tells me it's my time for a break. I wipe my hands on my black waist apron and walk to the back. 

I head to the employee changing rooms and wash my hands properly in the sink before taking the apron off. 

Choosing to stay here for my break instead of going to find the guys, I unlock my phone and curl up on one of the benches whilst reading a new novel I started earlier. 

The door clicks open but I'm too encapsulated by the bratty main character to look up.

She's giving me some tips, actually. 

"Principessa," I hear Atlas call me from a few inches away but I let out a hum and continue reading, still not looking up. 

"Bellissima," he tries again, his voice more stern this time. I hold my finger up to him with my head still in my book, gesturing him to wait. 

"Hazel," he warns but I smirk, still not giving him attention. 

"Questa ragazza," he mutters and I hear his footsteps walking away before the click of the door opening and shutting. ("This girl.")

Another five minutes passes and I giggle at my book. The door clicks open and I fight the urge to smile at the fact that it's probably another one of the guys. 

My suspicion is confirmed when I hear Andros call my name, followed by Dawson. I ignore them both with a sigh, shifting my position slightly so my legs are stretched out and more comfortable. 

They both say something in Italian before leaving the room. 

As the door clicks open a few minutes later again, I can't help myself but giggle slightly. 

Yeah, I'm heading for a punishment. 

But isn't that part of the fun?

Instead of trying to speak to me, Theo does what he does best and uses physical force. He picks me up in one quick movement before I can say anything and throws me over his shoulder. 

I spite him as he walks up to the office by keeping my phone open and pretending to read even though I've read the same line over and over again. 

He carries me to the office and shuts the door behind him. 

I can feel the other three's presences but I ignore them with a bratty smile on my face, keeping up the ruse of ignoring them and reading.

Finally, someone snatches my phone away, causing me to look up at them.