Guns and Rose

-5

Rosaline's POV

I decided to go back to sleep since he wouldn't let me leave. I refused to be in the same room with that infuriating man.

I heard crashing noises from the hall, instantly putting me on alert mode.

What if one of his enemies was breaking in?

I don't know how long I slept for but the bedroom was dark when I woke up. I sat up in the bed, looking around for something to protect myself.

He must have some weapons in here.

I see a bat resting in the dark corner, I quickly limp towards it and tip toe down the hallway.

There were two dark figures walking towards me so I did what anybody would do, I swung with all my strength.

"Stay back or I'll beat your ugly faces in!"

"Whoa calm down little girl it's just me!" The figure feels on the wall, finding the light switch.

Fitz?

"Oh thank God, I thought someone broke in." I place the bat over my shoulder.

"Cute." The hot bearded guy chuckles, placing the bags on the kitchen floor. They must be groceries.

"What was the crashing noise then?"

"He bumped into a lamp, that he will be paying for and dropped one of the bags." He looks over at the bearded man.

"Oh."

"Who the fuck did you think you were anyways, the Joker's bitch?" Fitz stares at me.

"It's Harley Quinn and you know what, for a split second I did, I was gonna bash your faces in." I flip my ponytail over my shoulder.

"I see what you meant by funny." The friend pats his shoulder while looking me over.

"Awe you were talking about me?" I fake smile.

"Barely." Fitz rolls his eyes and takes the bags towards the fridge.

"I'm Trace, you must be Ro." He holds his hand out.

"The one and only." I smirk at him and slowly try to ease back to the room.

"Did you see her ass in that skirt man?" Trace tries to whisper.

"Whatever." Fitz groans.

I drop the bat on the bed and make my way back to the two boys.

Maybe he's right I am too comfortable here, I'm acting like this is my place.

"I got you somethin', don't know how long I'm keeping you here."

I thought it was a toiletries bag but it only had sunglasses, hand sanitizer, lotion, and perfume in it.

"Gee thanks."

"You have any clothes in that hotel room of yours?" Fitz asks, putting the food away.

"Yeah."

"Good because after tonight you can wear your own clothes, we'll go in the morning to get your stuff."

"Who said I was gonna wear your clothes tonight?" I raise my eyebrow.

"Fine then don't." He scoffs.

"Shit you can wear my clothes then." Trace offers.

"Sorry Papì no thanks." I laugh, pushing myself up on the counter.

"Hey get down, that's where I eat."

"My ankle is hurting again." I pout.

"Oh I see something I wanna eat on the counter." Trace mumbles.

"Are you always like this?" I ask him.

"When I see something I want, yes." He nods quickly.

"Hmm interesting."

"What happened to your ankle anyway?"

"Why don't you ask your friend." I look over my shoulder at Fitz.

"I'll tell you, I saved her damn life, she almost got hit by a car."

"Hurt my shoulder and my ankle too." I add in.

"Oh boo fuckin' hoo." He glares.

"Wow that's crazy." Trace says with wide eyes.

"Not really." Fitz adds in.

"I just met this girl and she's already swung on me with a bat and called me Papì, she's obviously not that bad."

"You don't know how annoying she is though."

"I wouldn't have to be if you would have just done what I asked in the first place." I glare.

"Alright you two nuts, calm down."

"So let me guess, you and Fitz "work" together?"

"You could say that." Trace shrugs.

"Wait so you've killed people too?"

"Sure have."

"That's great, since he won't kill me, will you?" I smile brightly.

"Hell no, I only kill people that owe me money or people that screw me over."

"Well lend me money then so I can spend it all and never pay you back."

"Sorry Princess. I'm not killing your beautiful ass." He shakes his head and squeezes my cheek.

"Ugh."

"Here's a thought, instead of bribing people to kill you, why don't you kill yourself?" Fitz asks.

"Trust me I've tried, I always chicken out because I get scared I'm just going to hurt myself but not die. I hope that makes sense." I place my elbows on my knees and hold my face up.

"Then maybe you aren't ready to die."

"No I am."

"Rough life?" Trace asks.

"Terrible." I nod.

"Damn that sucks."

"Well there is nothing we can do about it." Fitz walks past us towards the living room.

I was about to hop down off of the counter when Trace scoops me up.

"Oh no you don't, you're not walking on that ankle while I'm here." His beard tickles my cheek.

"Fine."

"Fitz was right, you're good with strangers."