Cassian Rourke
My head was obviously slammed in a dilemma. I wasn't sure of anything. Even my meeting with Aiden was beginning to make me feel like everything was a trap.
Aiden. I couldn't pull my mind and my thoughts away from him. Why? I've had countless men in my bed but why was Aiden's case different?
I couldn't seem to pull away from his grip. His eyes, his touch and of course his... I'd rather not say but the truth was that. Ever since he appeared in my life.
It's almost as if his presence had opened questions along with doors. I didn't only want him but I needed him. Now.
So I leave my office. In my mind I think Aiden is still in my room, in my penthouse but all that changes the moment I find out he's no longer there.
When I step into the penthouse, the silence echoes me first. My eyes searched the room for him but then I couldn't see anyone. Not even Aiden.
My heart raced into a panic, where did he go? Was he kidnapped? My dad must be up to this.
Those questions run through my mind. I still can't find an answer.
"Aiden"
I call his name as my voice echoes back to me in the cold silence of the room.
The place was untouched. Everywhere looked spotless and precisely arranged. It was like Aiden never set foot in it.
I looked at the bed and got my own misgiving. It was arranged as if nobody had been there earlier on. Walked closer, hoping to catch his scent but the sheets were changed.
Everything of his were gone, his jacket, watch, shirts were gone. I couldn't get any souvenirs.
I looked and even his shoes were gone. The small signs of him I didn't think mattered actually did matter, the ones I pretended not to notice, they were all gone.
A cold panic ran through me. For a moment I couldn't stand still, staring at the empty room.
It actually felt like something inside me had cracked open. I tried to tell myself he simply left to breathe after everything. Especially with my Dad but I knew the truth.
It wasn't his own will. Or was it? Didn't I matter to him for a simple goodbye.
Thinking that maybe he was taken forcefully charged me with anger. I couldn't put my head in one place.
I needed Aiden. It began to feel like an obsession. Where was he?
But as the stillness felt more deliberate than anything, I couldn't move. Just saddled in my confusion.
I wanted to move from room to room, checking places he would never hide but I why would I check anyway?
as if I expect him to be curled up behind a door or sitting in a corner. As if I didn't know that it was Alaric that had done this to me.
With heated anger and despair reeling out of me, mutter in my abyss of confusion
"Aiden, where are you?"
"He's been taken care of"
Another voice with strong familiarity says to me. I turn and it's Damon.
I was so lost in my thoughts that I barely heard the elevator door open.
"You look surprised to see me, brother"
I was. What was he doing here? In my penthouse.
"I am. What are you-"
"Doing it here?"
He smirked as he got me short. I sighed with heavy aggression. Damon Rourke was the very last person I expected to see here.
"Cassian. Did you miss me?"
As Damon says my name. A bitter vile creeps into my mouth. I couldn't stand him. Not even for a moment.
I turn to find him leaning against the entryway with the same bored expression he always wears.
Harbouring a smile on his lips that gives him the same resemblance with my father.
An obvious feature was that they were related and I was the adopted one. He made me sick to my stomach.
"Stop the unnecessary pleasantries. Did Dad send you to take him?"
"You mean your lover? And yes. I had to get rid of him"
I didn't know when a surge of energy ran through me to the point where I hijacked on his collar and started breathing questions down his neck?
"Where is he? What did you do to him? Answer me?!"
I yelled at the stop of my voice as I squeezed his throat. Immediately he began coughing and choking and struggled to speak. But my grip didn't weaken. I was ready to watch the life drawn out of his eyes.
"I-I-I didn't do-do a-a-anything to h-h-him"
I managed to hear before I pulled my grip away. Quickly the security rushed towards us and helped Damon stand up.
"You're definitely trying to kill me. For what? That little squeak. You tried to kill me, your own brother but don't worry. I forgive you"
He said with a wicked grin and a look of relief. He was definitely happy to be alive but there was something sharper underneath his expression.
"Listen, don't play with me. I demand to know where Aiden is"
The security tries to hold me back but he signals them not to.
He straightens his fit and looks at me as he tells me calmly.
"It was our father that sent me to handle the situation since you clearly couldn't. He was sure that I would keep my dick in the right place unlike you. By the way, your little friend is free. We returned him to his house and got him to sign a document stating he wouldn't press any charges. So you're welcome."
On hearing that I was relieved. At least he was alive.
I looked at Damon as he spoke about Aiden like he was a task, not a person. Well, I couldn't blame him. He didn't feel the same way I felt.
Looking at him, something inside me snaps, and the panic I had been trying to swallow rushes into my stomach and twists into rage.
I couldn't do anything but look at him. I folded my fist and Damon watched with satisfaction. He enjoyed getting on my nerves ever since we were kids
I turn to leave but he explains further
"Aiden has been removed from the penthouse and that you don't need to concern myself with him anymore. Leave him alone. Clear warnings from Dad. You got that"
He says as he leaves but I knew that I wasn't going to hear what he had just said.
All I know is that as I left the penthouse with only one thought
beating in my head, louder than the elevator descending, was seeing Aiden.
He had the answers to all of this.