Consume my broken heart

Chapter 22

Nathalie is serving her husband, who came in with an enormous bouquet. It was such a romantic gesture. I'm gazing at them for a moment when I feel a light bump against my arm. "Are you enjoying the view?" My aunt appeared beside me with a cheerful smile.

"It's nice seeing them happy," I answer her truthfully.

"Hm," she nods appreciatively. "And you'll have that too one day," Belinda adds, stroking my arm gently before making her way to the back of the bakery. An uninvited sigh escapes my mouth, and I turn my gaze to another table that waved me off. I rush into action, trying my best to hide my disappointment. This day was so confusing, yet an eye-opener for me. I know I can only trust myself.

"Goodnight!" I shout at my aunt and Nathalie, who just made their way out of the empty bakery. In one hour, my shift will be over as well. Everything I had to do was done, so I have got some time to rest. My appetite brings me behind the counter and I take the biggest donut. My mouth waters at the side. Luckily, a girl's best friend is still food. It comforts you and gives you a full feeling. Just what I need right now.

I seated myself at the window with a cup of hot chocolate. I blow and look out of the window when someone caught my attention. He was wearing a black shirt and blue jeans. I would recognize him in a crowd of people. The way he walks with his broad shoulders and his head held high. There's no doubt on earth it's not him.

From the corner of my eye, I see a black man stopping beside him. They seem keen on each other as the man presses his hand on Aiden's shoulder. Maybe that's his boss. The man who orders him to kill people. Suddenly, Aiden's eyes travel to mine and I almost spill my hot chocolate on the table. In embarrassment, I struggle myself from my chair with the donut pressed in my mouth and the cup in my hand. I rush behind the counter and set everything on the table where we sometimes take a break when it's too crowded in the bakery.

Quickly, I chew a piece of the donut away when I hear the door open and close. I peek behind the wall to find Aiden grinning at me."Were you hiding from me?" He questioned smugly.

"No... Didn't you have work to do?" I ask him in irritation. I rather preferred contact through the phone than in person. Especially because of how he behaved himself. He was rude and I dislike him, period. Yet, I still need his expertise with my plan of getting revenge.

"I had, but someone else will take care of it." He answers while seating himself at the table he's always sitting.

"Will that man I saw you with deal with it?" I ask curiously. It's still surreal, people like them walk in our city without even getting caught. They are murderers. How come anyone isn't looking for them? Aiden killed a rapist before. Although, I can't get it out of my head. He killed a man in cold blood. How can I even be in his presence and trust him just to get what I want? For revenge?

Aiden eyes me suspiciously and I see him thinking out loud. Will he lie or be honest, I'm wondering? I bet it's hard to live a double life. Aiden the Englishmen with a title, and the other side is a cold-hearted killer. Maybe it's best he can't rule in his country. He's a dangerous man with probably wicked fantasies of how a country should be led.

"Yes, he's going to take care of it." He answers truthfully. I swallow? Just like I assumed, he's also a part of his killer squad. It's sick. Bad people need to be put in jail. That would be fair and justified...An image of my own darkest thoughts pops into my head. I also hoped they would be dead. That I could kill them. That I would be the one seeing them in fear, begging for their miserable life, but I've buried those thoughts. It would be wrong and inhuman. I'm not like that. I'm kind-hearted and it wouldn't fit me. I'll never change for anyone else but me. This is who I am.

"So, why I'm here..." Aiden continues after a few minutes of silence. I yank my head to him, already back to real life. Back to Aiden's dark blue eyes, focused on me. My legs take me to his table and I seated myself across from him with my arms folded. "I'm listening," I answer coldly before taking a sip from my hot chocolate, which wasn't hot anymore to my liking. I really preferred it hot, though.

"The police have studied the video. They are going to arrest him and re-open a few cases where he probably has been involved. We have a good chance, a friend told me." Aiden explains to me with a small smile. He thinks he's so sure, but I'll wait until he's locked behind bars for a few years. It is what he deserves.

"What's wrong? Aren't you happy?" Aiden asks in confusion.

"No, I'm not. I will be when he's locked up for a few years." I say to him, as I hoped he wouldn't be that naïve.

"When I say we have a good case against him, we have, trust me." He explains with a bit of force.

"Trust you? Why would I trust you? We are having a deal, nothing more. I don't have to trust you. The only thing that matters is the plan." I answer rudely. Aiden shifts in his seat and he looks pissed off. For a moment, I regret my decision to be so hostile to him. What if he can't control his temper? I don't even know him, or what he's capable of. Murder, yes, but torture?

"You know, I regretted giving the cops the video. I wanted to go to him for a talk." He says rather calmly, to my surprise.

"What?" I answer, agitated. "I told you to back off! It isn't the plan!" I shout at him.

"No, everything needs to go your way. Like you could have handled everything on your own, huh!" Aiden growls. What is his problem! I'm going to pay him for his help, so why did he act like this? If he knew what I've been through... Selfish prick!

"I can do it on my own! I don't fucking need your help! Just leave Aiden!" I shout. The line of becoming mental is paper-thin at the moment. He doesn't even know me, yet he has his own fucked up ideas about me. I never should have trusted him before. Where was my sanity?

"If that's what you want.." He answers with his eyes downcast. "But don't cry for help afterward!" He yells while shutting the door close with a loud bang.

I lower myself on the chair and let the tears roll down my cheeks. However, I knew this was a good decision; I felt empty and lost inside. A feeling of no control hits me like an earthquake. I blame my rapists for being this bitter and I blame Aiden for being too weak to handle my things...