Literature
Crying Bloody Murder GrellXReader pt2
"Oh, please wait though, my love!" Grell was already far behind you, frantically moaning and panting, attempting to tidy up the streets and follow you.
You grinned at his incompetence, his seemingly-novice self, and most importantly, his flamboyancy.
You were nearing the next man; hoping that that Grell character would be far behind, you shoved the gun into your coat pocket.
"Hey. I got it for ya..." The man was shaking, looking from side to side. His paranoia apparent and the fact that he was hooked on his drugs even more so. His cold, weary eyes stared shakily into your own. His thin, veiny, clammy hand was held out, wielding money. The