Danielle's POV
"How come you never told me?" I ask narrowing my eyes at him
"I mean you never asked" He shrugs flipping through papers on his desk
"Anything else you want me to know that I don't know?" I ask with a slight attitude
"I have a tattoo on the side of my ass" He sighs and he sits on the edge of his desk
"I told you about Aidan now tell me about those papers"
"You know I can't do that" He murmured
"I trusted you enough to tell you about Aidan, you owe me this"
"Danielle I told you before why I couldn't tell you" He pulls open a drawer pulling a bag out. I roll my eyes
"I didn't have to tell you about Aidan but I did because I trust you. I won't judge you Liam I promise." I stand up
"Dani, I am not risking you being afraid of me. I will tell you when the time is right, but I just got you back and I don't want anything ruining that" He takes his lighter and waves it around the cigarette
"Do they know?"
"Know what?" He inhales the cancer stick and flicks the ashes on his desk
"Does the federal government know what you did?" I ask lowly Aubri's rumors start running through my mind. "People say he killed someone" The court papers, the drugs, his therapy classes he has to take that I just found out about. His anger. Things start to tie together ever so slowly.
"They are reason why I'm here in America" He exhales the smoke
"So you mean to tell me that you got sent here because you murdered someone?" I furrow my brows looking up at him; he didn't dare make eye contact. He raised his eyebrows
"And who gave you that idea?" He smiles but it doesn't meet his eyes
"It all makes sense now" I mutter
"You think I am capable of murder, Hmm" He inhales the smoke again still not making eye contact
"Liam stop!" I snatch the cigarette from his fingers and in the process I burn my wrist on it. I let out a shriek and snatch my hand back looking back at it.
"Shit, Danielle why did you do that!" He grabs my hand and examines it, I pull away softly looking up at him still rubbing my wrist
"I'm okay Liam, just please talk to me. I'm not leaving going to leave you" He kisses my hand and I notice that his eyes are glistening. He nods and mumbles something
"I murdered my father, and I enjoyed every minute of it." He smirked looking up at me
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Obsessed with Perfection
Roman d'amour"If I asked you to name everything that you love, just how long will it take for you to name yourself? " His words made my knees weaken, my breathing faltered "That's the thing Liam, how can I? How can a girl who will never be good enough love her...
