Page 132 of Saints & Sailors

He sighed. “I really wish you would’ve finished the whole thing.”

One second he was standing there, and the next two heavy and large hands were shoving me back hard. In a thud I landed on the floor and bile rose to my throat.

“No!” I yelled weakly as I attempted to crawl away.

“You stole my brother. You stole my girl. And you stole my life, and now I will take something from you,” Aidan swore. “The best part about all this is no one’s gonna believe you because you’ve been a menace your whole life.”

“Because no one would ever believe me, you think you have a right to do this? As if you’re entitled?”

“Radiohead!” he exclaimed loudly and enthusiastically with a wicked laugh. “ ‘Karma Police’ how fitting.”

I had been awful for most of my life, but that didn’t mean I deserved whatever sick thing Aidan had planned. I wasn’t taking it. I wasn’t going down without a fight.

Pushing through the fog in my head, I flipped over onto my back and stared up at Aidan.

He loomed over me with dark eyes and a vile smile. His gaze dipped beneath my neck and raked over my body with a hunger.

Fuck no.

He leaned down. Using all the strength I could muster, I kicked him in his face.

“AHH! You bitch!” Aidan clutched his face and blood leaked between his fingers.

I started to scoot back, but I wasn’t fast enough. In seconds, Aidan was grabbing my ankles and pulling me closer.

He gritted his teeth and blood dripped down from a gash above his eye. “I’m going to fucking kill you.”

I kicked and wrestled against his hold, not letting him have the upper hand. But Aidan was stronger. He wedged himself between my legs and planted his hands down on either side of my head. A cruel smile covered his face as he leaned into mine. “I’m going to enjoy⁠—”

“Hey! Get off of her!”

Tiny arms wrapped around Aidan’s neck as a body flung onto him with a scream.

Cameron.

She was tugging at Aidan’s hair and he was off me. A sense of clarity hit me as I sobered up and jumped into action. A surge of adrenaline raced through me at the sight of Cameron biting Aidan’s neck and him grabbing a fist full of her hair.

“Get away from her!” I screamed, throwing a punch at Aidan’s face. I didn’t stop. As if on autopilot, I kneed him in the groin and threw another punch.

He shoved his hands into my stomach, knocking me back until I landed on my ass.

He flung Cameron to the side and she fell onto the couch. Chest heaving, Aidan glared between the two of us. His hair was a mess, his face half-covered in blood, and still he looked ready to attack.

Aidan peered at Cameron and his face fell. “All I did was love you!” He pointed in my direction. “It’s all her fault, baby, I promise.”

“Fuck you!” I yelled.

Aidan turned on me, his fist balling up. “I’m going to make you eat those words.”

There was only one of him, but he was so much bigger than Cameron and me. We were no match for all of the rage pouring through him.

Aidan launched himself at me and I braced myself for impact.

It never came.

A cold gust of air hit me and I opened my eyes to see two strong and familiar arms holding Aidan back.

“What the hell’s the matter with you? Stay the hell away from her,” Dreux ordered as he held onto Aidan.