Chapter Twenty-Two

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Furrowing your brows at the person, you breathe relatively calmly and you were a bit defensive and stern. "That's a pretty shitty answer." You growl.

"But it's good enough." It grunts and moves the hood off it's head. It's head was covered in burn scars and it looked absolutely disgusting. "At least you didn't piss your pants like I thought you would."

You furrow your brows and tilt your head. You recognized the voice, but not the distorted face.

"What?" The, who you conclude, guy barks at you. "Take a picture, it'll last longer."

"Oh shut up, asshole." You bark back at him. "I don't think anyone would want a picture of you."

He smirks and rolls his eyes. "If you say so." He says gruffly. "Because I've had a helluva lot of people come up to me to take pictures or take pictures of me when I'm not looking. So, I am kind of used to it."

Now it was your turn to roll your eyes. God, this dude is kind of a smart ass. But he was still a bit funny with the way he said it, though you held it back. "Whatever," You finally say. "What's your name, bitch."

The man pauses for a brief few seconds. "It's, uh, Joseph." He replies quickly, furrowing his brows but soon nods. "Yeah, Joseph Warren. And you're (Y/N) (Y/L/N), right?"

You shrug and nod. "How'd you know?" You ask, leaning in a bit.

"Heard about you from a few people." He spits out quickly as well.

This guy had some quick answers and you were getting a bit suspicious. You looked around the bar and tapped two fingers on the table. You were trying to distract before your officer instinct kicked in until some drunk motorcyclists and his buddies barged in from the back.

The loud, obnoxious bikers laughed and made their way into the bar. Their supposed leader, dressed in a black leather jacket, blue jeans and an AC/DC tank top. You frown and immediately stand, your hand moving to your gun.

"Woah, there feisty. Don't worry about it." The Joseph guy you stood across from said. He looks up at you with a faint smirk as he watches you grow tenser the more the bikers grew loud and ever more drunk.

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