The Saints' Trilogy: Book Two
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧
Morelia Carrillo's life has underwent rapid, severe, and drastic changes. She becomes one of the underworld's most vicious murderers in just a short amoun...
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I'm aware of how stupid I really am.
I don't know what happened. Well, I do obviously but I'm choosing to not ever think about it. It's going to be as if it never happened because it's what is best for the little bit of sanity that I have left.
I've been ignoring him, and I know that it's something that won't last because I have to work with him.
I hate myself so much currently.
I'm literally losing my mind as time goes by, and so many things are at fault for that not just what happened.
There is suddenly banging on my door causing me to stare over at it. I'm currently laying down on my couch by one of the huge windows so that the sun can hit me. Its warmth has always made me feel better and calmer when I'm going through things. I don't know why it's just something about it.
I get up with a sigh and head for my door to see who it is that I have to force myself to kill for disturbing the silence I was drowning myself in.
It doesn't register into my brain who it could be until it's too late.
What is actually wrong with me lately? I think his stupidness is rubbing off on me.
His stupid, perfect face makes me almost shut the door on it, but he doesn't let me. He basically breaks in without trying and I back away as he slams the door behind him.
I now realize that all the times I've pushed him lately only happened because he has let me and he's actually way stronger than I thought.
The look on his face tells me how mad he is but is trying so hard to hide. If anyone should be mad here it is me.
Akim calmly but angrily takes a seat on a couch and then stares at me. "Did you think that knocking me out with your gun, running, and then avoiding me was going to make me forget what happened?"
"No, I was hoping it would make me forget what happened." I'm being completely honest.
I'm sure I'm the one that wants her memory erased the most right now between the two of us.
"Funny." He stands up looking around my living room.
It seems like he's look for something in specific.
"I don't like that you've been doing things alone and leaving me out. I also don't like it when you ignore me, Morelia." He walks toward a small gold mirror on a wall.
I completely tune out what he is saying because I'm too busy wondering what he is doing. Especially, when he begins to wander around the rest of my apartment.
I don't move until he walks into my bedroom, and I follow after him.
"What are you doing?" I cross my arms standing against the doorframe.
