Twenty Eight

"My, my, my. The Don is such a selfless man." I let out an amused chuckle despite the sarcastic comment. "Aren't you supposed to be heartless? Scary? And tough even? Because I think that would be appealing to me. That would make me burn for you even more if that's possible."

"Don't let this man in front of you have you confused with the Don, Alex." Aiden says. He sits and I see the bloody shirt he still has and so I kneel knowing exactly what I'm doing. He looks at me with a sharp look but I pretend not to notice as I move my hands to the buttons of his shirt and start undoing them.

"Does this bother you?" I ask innocently but he seems to have already caught on when he answers.

"This has happened a lot of times enough to bother me. I have to take a shower." When I'm done, I help him get away from the shirt. The white shirt can't be cleaned again. I look at it and the face the man made when he was being tortured. The look he gave me and the sick laughs.

I place the bloody shirt on my l