Chapter 5: We Won't Hurt You

Chapter 5: We Won't Hurt You 

Kingston 

We ended up ordering the same thing. I am not huge on human food but their steaks are decent enough when it is rare. But the way her Amelia's nose scrunched in disgust humors me. She left with our orders watching the slight sway of her hips as she walked away.

“She doesn't know how sexy she is.” I commented.

“Who is going to ask for her phone number?” Damien asked, already wanting more of her. We both turned to Logan, knowing he is going to be the one to do it. He shrugged with glass in his hand, his has got to be entranced by as well. She is just adorable.

Amelia quickly returns with our food and red cheeks, her lips are formed downwards and making my cold heart flutter. Once she handed our food, she stood there awkwardly, obviously not knowing what to do. I just realized she doesn't know who we are and Mark always had Ada keep us company.

“Sit down.” I said, pointing to the open chair. Worry lines formed on her forehead as she looked back and then cautiously sat next to Logan. 

Good girl. I looked where her like of sight was and saw Mark. He is the reason why she is so scared right now. What did he do to her? I noticed her rubbing her arm, a form of self comfort humans do.

“May I ask why I am sitting here?” Her voice is soft.

“Because we asked you to.” Logan replied quietly. Her eyes widen but she recovers as if he didn't say anything. Her eyes scanned everywhere except at us, making me want to punish her right away. Not now, though. She is anxious and obviously we just met. 

Damien introduced himself and then us, she gave us all her small smile with shy eyes. Her eyelashes brushed against her cheekbone as she blinked us away.

“I..it nice to meet you all.” She said in a small voice. She cringed as Logan bit into the steak, making me hold in a laugh. She recovers smoothly but not quick enough for me not to notice.

Her eyes refused to meet our gaze. Do we make her that uncomfortable? She began to rub her arm raw. 

“Do we scare you, princesss?” Damien asked. She shook her downturned head.

“No, sir. Why do you ask?” She lied but it is okay.

“You have been rubbing your arm, your skin is turning red.” He pointed to her hand. Her eyes shifted to the damage she has done to herself, her cheeks heating up at the realization.

“How long have you been working here? We have never seen you before.” I asked, trying to distract her from her unnecessary embarrassment.

“Oh, umm…about a year now.” She replied as I sip on my drink. Her eyes snapped to neck as I gulped it down. There is the little vixen.

“May I ask why you all are considered special guests?” 

Logan smirked at her question, leaning in his seat. What a curious girl.

“We know the owner quite well.” Damien replied for us. But the actual reason is because the owner is terrified of us.

“Oh, that is cool.” She smiled cutely.

“I have never met the owner.” She mumbled to herself but we all heard it. 

As soon as we were done eating, she stood up for her seat and began to clear the plates from the table. One of the glasses teetered on the side of the trays, I could grab it but what fun would be in that. The glass falls directly onto Logan, ruining his clothes.

“Oh my goodness, I…I am so sorry. I..I am sorry.” She frantically fumbled with napkins, patting them on his shirt to soak up the liquid while he sat there staring at her with dilating eyes.

“Don't worry ab…” he began to say but was cut off.

“What the hell did you do, Amelia!” Mark stomped up like a baby towards our table. He should mind his fucking mouth if he don't want me to break it.

“I..I spilled...” She trembled.

“I bumped her, it was an accident.” Logan descended her from him.

“She is a bit of a klutz, I am sorry sir. She will happily pay for the shirt.” Mark told him.

If we were wealthy enough to eat in the restaurant, wouldn't we be able to afford a thousand of the same shirt?

“No, that was not necessarily.” Logan said, his jaw clenched. I am glad to know that I am not the only one getting sick of Mark.

“I don't mind, sir. Here.” She grabbed a clean napkin and began to write on it.

“This is my number, we can set up a payment plan and I can pay for you to have it dry-cleaned.”

Logan is obviously amused that she just handed him her phone number.

“I will contact you.” 

“Amelia, pack your things, you are done here.” Mark pushed her away from us. Her head hung with tears brimming her eyes. Alright, I am done with him.

“Meet me outside, Mark. I would like to have a word with you.” I bite back on the bitterness in my tongue.

He followed me outside along with the other two while Amelia finished clearing the table.

“Ada won't call in sick when we are expecting you, I will make sure of it next time, sir.”

“It is not about Ada.” Logan spits.

“Why would you think it is okay to treat someone the way you treated her? You embarrassed her in front of all those people.” Damien said, seemingly trying to play good cop.

“She is such an embarrassment.” Mark hissed.

“This is the umpteenth time she has made a fool of herself here and I am tired of it. All she is, is something decent to look at.”

My fist connected to the wall next to him, cracking the exterior as my lip curls in disgust at the sight of this sad excuse of a manager. Logan is piercing him with his eyes that are furrowed with raised brow. It is safe to say that we are all pissed. Mark's breath get caught in his throat with his face going pale.

“I…”

“Learn when to shut the fuck up.” I connected my fist to his jaw, hearing his guttural groans. He is being such a jerk and I can't stand it.

“Give her job back and we won't hurt you.” Logan said nonchalantly.

He shook his head in agreement vigorously and the smell of piss inv

aded my nose, making me almost heave. Did he just fucking pee on himself? What a prick!