“Then who’s kid?” he asked, glancing at my stomach.
“It’s mine,” Taylor said before I could answer. His voice was low and hoarse, but still powerful as he shifted in his seat.
“Huh,” Aaron hummed. “Whatever floats your boat. I didn’t know you liked to be an inbred fucktard.” His voice darkened in disgust.
“Will you answer my question?” I asked softly, looking at the man in an almost pleading way.
“What should I do with ya?” Aaron asked. He began to pace. Did he even know what he wanted to do? He seemed so unsure of his own actions.
“He won’t do shit,” Taylor said. “Always a man of threats, but never fucking follows through. I know you all too well. It’s always the same thing.”
“Shut up,” Aaron seethed towards Taylor.
“Or what?” Taylor laughed. “You’ve had the chance to kill me, and yet you haven’t. I don’t think you have the balls to do it. You want something.”
“I want many things,brother,” Aaron laughed. “None of which I will get.”
“Maybe I can help,” I spoke up, hoping to get the man to calm down. My heart beat too fast in my chest.
Where were the men that Kent said he was sending? Shouldn’t they be here by now?
“I wanted a family, ya know,” Aaron sighed out. “But that was so long ago. Now. Well, now, I want the Melendez family to pay for taking my family down. I want them to beg for your life, which they will never get in the end. Because I will control your life.”
“Just like what Cody did? Are you that sick in the head?” Taylor said, clearly amused.
“I am nothing like that man!” Aaron shouted in rage.
“Then act like it!” Taylor returned just at hotly.
“So, what will you do?” I asked, hoping he’d just freaking answer me. I may have fear consuming me, but I had to keep him talking.
“I don’t know,” Aaron muttered out. He placed both hands on his head, the gun still in his right, as he pulled at his hair. “I don’t know. I don’t fucking know!”
“Are you okay?” Taylor asked me as Aaron paced the house, muttering to himself.
“He hasn’t touched me,” I whispered. I gathered that was what he wanted to know.
I wanted to know how long the man had been in our house, and how the heck he even got in. I knew Taylor wouldn’t let this man into the house by any means.
“Good,” Taylor said. Louder, he asked, “Can I have some water?”
“Get it,” Aaron nodded my way as he peeked through the window.
Quickly, I got up and got a class of water for him. My hands were shaky as my eyes landed on the knife that sat on the countertop next to the chopping board. Glancing behind me, Aaron had returned to his pacing.
Praying that I didn’t get either of us killed, I took ahold of the knife and cup of water, making my way back to Taylor. He gave me a knowing nod.
Purposely, I dropped the glass on the carpet, watching as it bounced and made a wet spot. At the same moment, another cramp bit through my lower body, causing me to huff out a painful breath.
“Shoot,” I muttered, bending down behind Taylor to pick up the glass.
Aaron didn’t notice, nor care. He seemed to be fighting with his thoughts on what to do. Were mental issues a common thing in this family? Was he insane?
Quickly and quietly, I used the knife to cut through the thin rope that forcibly kept Taylor’s arms behind the chair before slipping the handle of the knife into his hand.
“You okay?” Taylor asked quietly.
“Fine,” I whispered, knowing I wasn’t.
