Page 39 of Samuel's Heart

“What the fuck?” I say to him, words escaping me, outraged at his comment. “You don’t even fucking know me,” I continue, jumping up from the sofa where I’d just sat my ass down, and I bite my lip to keep the hiss of pain inside.

“Sure, I do.” The confidence behind those words pisses me off even more.

“Researching my history and reading it online, or in one of your fucking folders, means nothing.”

The smirk on his face takes an evil turn.

“I know more than you want me to.” His smirk gets sadder for a second, just to go back to evil the next.

This guy fucks with me and it pisses me off. But a picture of Rory’s relieved and crying face comes to mind, and I bite my tongue to avoid voicing my mind.

“Can we get back to business?”

“In a second. Why are you helping this guy?”

Here we are again with him, trying to get inside my head.

“Because I want to.” I stand my ground when his eyes go dark.

“Why don’t you help yourself first?”

“I don’t need help.”

“So, killing your own training officer didn’t affect you at all?”

What the fuck? This fucking bastard!

What kind of question is that? And why should what I did be discussed here?

“That is not your business,” I say, taking a step forward, ready to leave the room. Another image of Rory comes to mind, but I push it away. I’ll find another way to get that info. Because even if Aidan isn’t helping, I’m invested in it, and I want him to have closure.

“Sit.” His order is delivered as a greeting, like someone used to have it his way.

“F—”

“Don’t finish that. I don’t like people disrespecting me.” His voice is like ice with a hint of poison.

“What do you want?” I shouldn’t lose my temper or show him how affected I am, but he gets me, every single time.

“I want you to sit down. I want you to talk to me. And I want you to stop trying to kill yourself and live your fucking life for once.”

“I—” Another one of his glances, and I do the fish-face, opening and closing my mouth.

“Adrian was my friend.”

Fuck. I killed his friend.

“I . . .”

I can’t think, the only thing I want is to run away. I take another step forward, but this time, Aidan stands and takes a step towards me. He’s not that big, but his aura is frightening. I’m not sure I can take him down, not with this leg. Though, I’m not sure I could, even if my legs were both functioning.

“Sit.”

There is no room for argument, so I take two steps backwards and sit on the sofa.

“I was devastated when I lost another of my friends. Another person I loved. He was special.”

I nod because Adrian was phenomenal. He was straight, but fair. He was always ready to help everyone, even at the cost of his own life. He saved me and lost his life.

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