Bound to my Enemy-Chapter 186.

"And I know what I felt wasn’t one-sided."

My brows pull together.

"What does that even mean?"

"It means," he says, stepping a little closer, "I saw the way he looked at me."

There’s something in his voice now.....conviction, like he’s held onto that belief for a long time.

"Treated me differently. Trusted me more than anyone."

Fuck this guy is fucking delusional.

A small, bitter smile tugs at his lips.

"We had something."

I shake my head immediately.

"No."

"That’s what you think," he snaps back.

"That’s what you’ve convinced yourself."

"I don’t need to convince myself of anything," I shoot back.

"He married me, Aaron."

I don’t have to tell him the conditions under which I and Zane married....he doesn’t need to know that cause I for a fact know Zane isn’t gay at all...his thick length pulsing deep inside me and the way he handles my body doesn’t hint at him being gay. AT ALL.

The reminder comes out sharper than I intended but I don’t take it back. I watch as Aaron’s expression darkens instantly.

"Yeah," he says.

"And you think that just happened?"

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"It means everything changed when you showed up," he says, his voice rising again

"Everything."

I stare at him, my chest tightening.

"You’re talking like I ruined something that was never there."

"It was there," he insists.

"I felt it."

"That doesn’t mean he did," I say, my voice firm now.

His jaw clenches.

"He did.

"No," I shake my head again, slower this time.

"You just wanted him to."

That hits a nerve, I see it in the way his expression twists and the way his hands curl slightly at his sides.

"You don’t get to tell me what I felt," he says, his voice low again.....dangerously low.

"I’m not," I reply just as quietly.

"I’m just telling you what reality looks like."

The silence that follows is tense nd heavy.

"I was sure," he says after a momen

"I was sure he was going to love me back."

Something about that line settles in my chest in a strange way. Because there’s no doubt in it, no hesitation

And then his eyes lift back to mine, they are hard and cold again.

"Until you showed up."

There it is...clear blame placed entirely on me.

"Oh please....What’s this thing wit people and blaming me for taking Zane away from them, when he was never even yours in the first place?. It’s getting boring and it’s pissing me off. First it was Claire now it’s you."

"Oh that fucking bitch Claire...I should have twisted her wrinkled neck when i had the chance to, for thinking she had a chance with my Zane."

I scoff. "Your Zane?."

Aaron lets out a breath through his nose, like he’s been waiting for this moment.

"Yes," he says

"He was mine... until you came into the picture."

I just stare at him...beecause what? What am I even supposed to say to that? As for this very moment, I don’t even recognize the person standing in front of me.

This isn’t Aaron.....atleast not the one I knew.

Not the one who stood beside me during training, correcting my stance. Not the one who dragged me out of danger, who told me to stay behind him.

This.... This is someone else entirely and it hits me all at once, all the respect I had for him? Gone, wiped clean and replaced with something else. Somethinb between disbelief and disgust.

Who is this delusional fool in front of me? How did I not see this? How long has he been like this?

My chest tightens again, but this time it’s not fear. It’s hurt, because not again. Not another one...Not another person I trusted turning out like this.

Aaron scoffs under his breath when I don’t respond immediately.

"You don’t get it," he mutters.

Then he starts pacing slightly, running a hand through his hair like he’s trying to get the frustration out of his system.

"I was his right-hand man," he says, his voice picking up again.

"Do you even understand what that means?"

I don’t answer.....i just watch him because clearly, he’s not done and he’s beginning to sound repetitive now it’s getting tirinh.

"I was the one he trusted," he continues.

"The one who handled things when they got messy. Fighting. Killing. Cleaning up after him. I was good at that stuff.

There’s pride in his voice.

"And he knew that. That’s why I was there. Not because of you, nor because of anyone else. Me."

He stops pacing and looks at me again, he’s eyes hard. Then his lip curls slightly. 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

"And then you showed up."

There’s so much bitterness in that one sentence it almost makes me flinch.

"And suddenly, I’m not that anymore," he says.

"I’m your bodyguard."

He laughs

"Your freaking bodyguard."

Like the word itself disgusts him.

"Reduced to babysitting you," he adds.

"And oh, don’t even get me started on how stupid you are."

My brows draw together, but I don’t interrupt.

"Can you stay put even once when you’re told to?" he snaps.

"Just one fucking time?"

His voice rises again.

"It’s always ’I want this, I want that.’ Running around like you don’t understand the kind of world you’re in."

His hand gestures wildly now.

"You’re reckless and Selfish."

Each word hitting harder than the last.

"You don’t think about anyone but yourself."

My jaw tightens.

"I could have died. Do you hear me?" he continues.

"Countless times. Because of you."

There’s real anger there.....built ip and stored for a long time.

"And every single time we got back from the mess YOU created..."

He lets out a humorless laugh.

"...he took it out on me."

"I’d stand there and take it," he says, his voice dropping again.

"Then I’d come back the next day..."

His eyes lock onto mine.

"...and act like everything was fine."

His jaw clenches so hard I’m worried he will break a tooth.