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71. 𝑀𝑎𝑛 𝑇𝑜 𝑀𝑎𝑛

May 13, 2023

Queen

It hurt me to hear him say that but it wasn't like I could blame him, he just threw my own words back in my face. I tried to conjure up the energy to be angry at Syn's reaction to this, but I couldn't. I would've been as mad if not more had it been that bitch Stella who popped up while he and I were having an intimate moment.

May the crazy heifer rest in distress.

My eyes rolled to the far back of my head just thinking about her before I focused my attention back on a fuming Syn. Although I understood his outburst, the way he was talking to me was completely unacceptable. "You're being mean, Syn," I said as calmly as I could, trying to control my tone to not alert Saint to anything.

Cain and Iris must've already sensed the immediate tension as they rose from the couch and headed in our direction. "Here, we'll watch him while you guys...figure stuff out," Iris said, outstretching her arms. I gave her an appreciative glance before passing her Saint and shaking my head at Syn. He remained quiet as they took him, his arms crossed and his eyes glued to me.

"There's someone named Aiden here to see you..." my father said slowly, eyeing the two of us carefully. We must've looked like we were about to kill each other with the way he cautiously stalked toward us. "Shall I let him in?"

I looked at Syn, trying to figure out the best solution to this. Not letting Aiden in would be fucked up, especially considering I hadn't answered a single phone call from him since he was in the "hospital". Granted I did have my suspicions about him, they weren't certain...I didn't even give him a chance to explain himself. For all I knew it was a misunderstanding and I was hurting a truly good person.

My other option was to let him in and let there be a chance that Syn went fully psycho on him. He was already on edge with his withdrawals and although he was nice to Aiden to his face I knew he hated his guts. A few weeks ago I knew he would've at least tried to control himself, but the Syn standing in front of me right now? He was unpredictable.

"No," I replied to my father. "Tell him I'll be right outside." My father nodded, quickly turning on his heel, and strode to the door. I was sure he was thankful to be away from us even if it were a few seconds.

Syn scoffed. "Are you serious?"

"What do you want from me, Syn?!" I snapped. "I'm not letting him in the fucking house I'm just going to let him know I'm okay and that he can go. I've already told him I want to be with you, what else can I do?!"

He stayed silent for a moment, his serious expression remaining as his eyes searched mine. After a few moments, he clicked his tongue and nodded. "You know what, I am sorry, okay? I shouldn't have raised my voice," He said. "I just...despise this man and knowing that he's fucked you and is in fucking love with you...it makes me sick to my stomach. You want to call me jealous or possessive? I am, absolutely. I'm not willing to lose you, but I am also not willing to stand by and be okay with the two of you being friends. I can't do that."

"Don't make this a choosing thing, Syn-"

"It's not a choosing anything. This isn't an ultimatum. I'm letting you know what my boundaries are and he, is a fucking hard limit for me," he expressed passionately before blowing out a frustrated breath.

I stood in front of him, momentarily flabbergasted by the words that spilled out of his mouth. He had just gone from borderline going off on me...to taking a step back and apologizing? I was shocked. Instead of continuing to push my buttons and start a fight like usual, he told me exactly how he felt...