I pace around the small room, looking at the scratch marks on the wall. It looks like someone was dragging their nails there.
I don't want to think about how long that person might have been in here if they were able to make marks in the stone that deep. I'm not going to be here that long.
Nobody is coming to save me, though. My own people—dozens of them from the fight I saw and the rumors Hector has passed on—have turned against me.
Hopefully, Hector is hunting down the traitors now.
There's a heavy thud—the turn of a lock, it sounds like—and then the door is shoved open.
Aiden stands there with his arms crossed, a smug smile on his face. "Never thought I'd see the day when you were in here."
"Sounds like you're admitting I was going to be the one to kill you." I pace as far from him as I can get, not liking the look of the men with guns I see hovering just outside the door.
He leans against the doorframe and shrugs. "You wanted it more. I have other things to live for, and you have nothing. Everyone you might have cared about is gone. Robert is dead.And from what I hear, most of your own people have turned and are rising up against you."
I shrug, not going to give him a clear answer or any of it. The less it bothers me, the more it's going to bother him.
His lips twitch, nearly pressing into a thin line before he schools himself into an expression of neutrality. "Wonder what kind of person you'd be if you had literally anything else to live for. Instead, you've spent endless years being pissed off and looking for revenge over something I did because I thought it was what my father would have wanted."
"So, you don't deserve to pay for that?" I move closer to him, wanting to get my hands around his neck and choke the life out of him.
He'd deserve it. He's earned it over the years.
But that wouldn't be satisfying, and I'd die before he ever did.
The men in the hall shift to be more visible, as if reminding me of the obvious threat they present.
I don't need the reminder, fuckholes. The cell is enough.
Aiden scowls at me, stepping inside the cell. "I've paid for a lot of things I've done, in case you don't remember the shit you put me and my family through."
"Pot, meet kettle."
He grinds his teeth, a red flush coming to his face as his hands drop to his sides, balling into fists.
I hope he hits me. If he does, then I might be able to get a few shots in before his meatheads rush in here and break us apart.I might be able to make my death worth it since it's not worth anything right now.
Since it's never going to be worth anything, thanks to the way Summer chose to end this.
Aiden smirks, hands relaxing. "Hope you have a good stay here. It's going to be a long time before you're healthy enough to take the kind of beating you gave me."
He shuts the door behind him with a loud slam.
I drop down onto the bed, the last of the strength draining from my body.
All I want to do is curl up on my side and pretend that this isn't happening right now, but I can't.
Maybe I can, just long enough to feel a little bit better, and then I can start finding a way to get out of this fucking place.
Except knowing him, I'm sure he's watching my every move. He's likely got cameras on me, and while showing him a little weakness isn't going to change anything, curling up would be like admitting defeat.
It'd be showing him that I'm not going to fight for my life when he comes for me, and that's just wrong.
I'm going to fight like hell.
If he's going to kill me, he's going to feel it. He's going to be lucky to come out of it alive too.
There's nothing left to do but stare at the wall across from me and wait for this all to come to an end.