The Absolution of Aidan(17)

“He does. Not that it’s any business of yours. Now, I believe he asked you to leave.” His mother’s eyes go wide. The bitch’s undertake on what I said does not go unnoticed by me at all. She stands there gawking at me like she cannot believe I’ve spoken to her the way I did. Screw you, you uptight, good for nothing Botox face bimbo with the 1980s hairdo.

“I came all this way to see my son. We have unfinished business that does not concern you.” She looks me over as if she were better than me. Oh, no way, Bitch. You have no damn idea who the hell I am or the things I will do or say to get you the hell out of here.

“Anything that has to do with the man I love is my business. Now, if you don’t leave, I will personally make you.” Aidan chuckles beside me. Yeah, love, right? I’m sure he’s thinking more like hate. Which is far from the way I truly feel about him.

“I’d like to see you try,” Ryan says.

“Oh, please. The two of you show up here after not speaking to him for years. Demanding he kill someone. That’s a crime. You and your last year’s Louis Vuitton bag could spend a long time in prison for plotting a murder. Just in case your brain is lodged in that beehive of a hairdo you have, I thought I would mention that. Now, get the fuck out of my apartment.” I unlodge myself from Aidan’s arm, move to the door, and open it.

“Get out now. And don’t you dare come back. And one more thing. Aidan doesn’t kill people, but I sure as hell do.” Which is a lie. But hey, if it gets them out of here, then I really don’t care.

“Why, you little bitch. Do you have any idea who I am? I can destroy you both.” I take a step closer to this dickface Ryan. He thinks he can threaten me? Oh hell, no.

“I know exactly who the two or you are. She’s an ugly nit-witted troll who has no idea how to be a good mother and you’re the male version of her. He’s your family. Your brother. The two of you come here, unwelcome I might add, and ask him to kill someone?” The part of my brain that triggers angry emotions has gone crazy. Aidan and I may never have truly liked each other, well that’s not entirely true, but that’s not what’s in question right now. What is, is how these two people are his family. One being his mother, and how dare she treat him like shit.

Diesel flashes through my mind, which causes one part of my body to catch fire and the other part to flood like a tsunami.

“This isn’t over by a long shot.” Ryan glares at me with steely eyes.

“It’s definitely over. If either of you step foot in this building or even in New York ever again, you won’t have to worry about the money you’re trying so hard to keep. I will have you both killed.” My rage of fire starts to gradually put out the flood inside of me. I feel my face turning red. My entire body starts to heat up. These assholes don’t get it. They’re still standing here.

Aidan doesn’t give either one of them time to respond to my threat. He grabs Ryan by his throat with one hand and backs him up, slamming him hard against the wall.

“Don’t ever come here again. If you do, the first person I will kill will be you.” He slams his head hard against the wall, releases him, and turns to the bitch troll.

“And you. Get the fuck out of here. I never want to see you again. Do I make myself clear?” he asks, pointing his finger at her.

“Aidan. I knew the moment you were born that you were going to cause me nothing but grief and heartache. That you would desert me just like your father did. You’re exactly like him.” Oh, my god. She is horrible. Like I-want-to-jump-her-and-pull-her-eyeballs-out horrible. Does she not see what a decent man she has in her own son? I hate her.

“I wouldn’t know that, now would I? Being that I don’t even know who my father is? I will say this though, I’d much rather be like him than be like you. And one more thing. If I find out anything happens to this woman you’re talking about, you’re both dead. Now, get out.”

I stand there while Ryan adjusts his clothes and his mother pulls her purse straps over her shoulder, the two of them saying nothing else. They walk right out the door, slamming it shut behind them.

Then there’s the deafening, eerie soundlessness of silence for several seconds, minutes. I’m not sure how long exactly. I do know that now that they are gone, my thoughts are back on why I came here. I’m scared, not just because of how Aidan will react to knowing he has a son. It’s the fact that I know with every ounce of breath I have left that this is the beginning of trouble.

“You’re back?” Aidan’s low words feather lightly across my neck. He’s standing close to me. His warm breath scatters across the back of my neck.