#◟i am not a martyr i'm a problem | ↳ josephine moore ft. hendrix clay 001◝

[willowswriting]

Josephine shot daggers at the man. She held little meaning behind her gaze but it was more to show him that she wasn't entirely impressed with him calling her out, even if he was right. "You know that I was born to meddle H." Josephine sighed. However she didn't argue further, instead taking a seat, kicking her feet up on the chair beside her. "I'll stay here." She finally promised the male, running her hand over her face. She figured the least she could do was relieve the stress and worry of her own safety while he was out playing the hero. Although she was sure that he would assign a tail on her if she did decide to leave at all throughout the night.

𝐡𝐞  𝐡𝐚𝐝  𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬  𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧  𝐚𝐧  𝐚𝐧𝐲  𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐬  necessary  type  of  guy  .  the  tougher  the  situation  ,  the  dirtier  his  hands  got  ...  he  wasn't  always  proud  of  his methods  , but the ends justified the means in a cold cruel world neither of this asked for .  "  well  seeing  ,  as  i  have  to  go  clean  up  the  mess  you  made  ,  it  seems  like  you  need  a  little  babysitting  .  "  a  pointed  look  ,  with  blue  eyes  ,  and  a  shake  of  his  head  still  punching  out  a  text  message  on  his  phone .  words dripped with a teasing edge , but beneath the bravado lay a current of protectiveness that he couldn't quite suppress . "  you're  safe  here.  no  one's  going  to  find  you  ,  if  you  do  as  i  say  ,  and  stop  meddling  every  two  seconds . "

[willowswriting]

There was no doubt in Josephine's mind when Hendrix informed her that he was handling the situation. She had gotten herself into messes before, nothing to quite this extent, and she wasn't sure exactly how but the situation always seemed to resolve itself once the blonde became involved. "Are you going to stay with me or stick one of your babysitters on me?" She questioned as she finally took a seat at the table instead of pacing around it. She wouldn't argue with him, not that there would have been any point to it anyways. She wasn't going to admit it but she was scared and she knew damn well that within these four walls was the safest place for her to be... it always had been.

"  𝒂𝒏𝒅  𝒏𝒐𝒘  𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒗𝒆  found  out  the  hard  way  that  you've  just  put  the  biggest  fucking  target  on  your  back  .  "  his  voice  a  storm  barely  contained  .  his  head  shook  under  the  weight  of  too  many  emotions  .  with  a  sharp  flick  of  his  wrist  ,  he  tossed  the  threatening  letter  back  onto  the  table  ,  the  paper  landing  with  a  finality  that  echoed  the  severity  of  their  situation  .   "  just  —  breathe  alright  .  you're  safe  .  that  fucker's  not  going  to  bother  you  .  "  already,  he  was  fishing  his  phone  out  of  his  jacket  pocket,  fingers  dancing  over  the  glass  screen  as  he  sent  out  a  few  text  .  "  im  taking  care  of  it  now  ,  but  I  need  you  to  stay  here  tonight  .  "  he  insisted  ,  tone  brooking  no  argument  .  there  was  no  way  he  was  letting  her  out  of  his  sight  ,  while  the  streets  were  still  hot  .

[willowswriting]

Josephine knew that she needed to take a step back. That she needed to learn how to separate her job as a journalist from her everyday life. However yet again she had found herself chasing a lead and in return had wound up right in the middle of the dragons den. "I thought he was just another corrupt businessman not the leader of some crazy fucking cult." She said to Hendrix, her voice high pitched which meant she obviously was a little freaked out. The threat that had been posted on her door this morning now lying on the table between the two.

open to f someone he's protective of . thinking best friends / will they wont they / skinny love type plot.

"  if  you  keep  doing  stupid  shit  like  this  ,  you're  going  to  get  yourself  killed . you know that right ? "