Chapter 66: Wedding Part III
"I want you to stay here." Patrick said as soon as I changed. My eyes were wide in disbelief. If I wasn't going to beat someone's ass - most likely Alexander's for playing me like he did his prostitutes - then why the hell did I change out of that dress? It was asinine to think that I wasn't going to do anything but wait while Patrick got to have all the fun. He was just going to have to deal with me tagging along. Or more like taking control of the whole operation.
"You've to be kidding. I did not put on this whole damn outfit just to stay stuck in a room that reminds me of the dress I just got out of."
"Uh, you're not going anywhere. I think you've done enough damage to yourself."
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"
"It means that we're done here. So sit down and relax. Or at least try to while I fix everything."
"Fix everything? Since when did you become all noble and start fixing everything that I do? And when did I start screwing things up?"
"I didn't mean it that way..."
"The hell you didn't. I can make my own damn decisions and if one of them just so happens to be getting out there and maybe getting revenge on the bastard who took advantage of me, then you're just going to have to deal with it."
"What the hell are you talking about, taking advantage of you? Did he-"
"Don't get sentimental and shit right now. You've known from the beginning that I'd do anything to protect the people I care for. And now that one so happens to be dead, I've taken this thing a lot further than you'd imagine..."
"Sarah..." He reached out for me but I pulled back.
"I said don't. If anything, you should be helping me beat his ass." Reaching for the door handle, my fingers barely grazed the metal before Patrick pulled me back, holding me away from the door and practically fighting me.
"You can't get revenge on everyone. Leave it. For now at least. If he knows you purposely betrayed him, then he'll break the deal. But if it looks unnatural, he'll freak. That's the game plan. Got it?"
Suddenly, I understood. Though I desperately wanted to physically take my anger out on everyone who deserved it, I wasn't prepared at all. But Patrick's idea was smart. And if anything, I knew I could trust him. Or at least I thought so.
"Fine. But if anything happens to him, I'm holding you responsible." Patrick rolled his eyes in annoyance, but surrendered to the idea.
"Okay. But I don't understand why you're defending him..."
"I'm not. I'm just giving a warning to anyone who would have any reason to hurt him. Because, after all, he's done a lot over the past... ten years that's really pissed me off. And plus, I think in about a year, a little reunion might be good. And maybe a funeral. With no tears or emotional speeches."
"Remind me to lock you up later, okay?" Patrick motioned to the window which was right above a bush of roses.
"Damn... that's going to hurt..."
"Lady's first." I looked back up at Patrick, one brow risen as I looked at him like he was crazy. In some cases, he was. And maybe that's one reason I... liked him so much.
"Well, in that case, go ahead." Smirking, I leaned against the wall, mimicking Patrick's hand gestures as he folded his arms.
"That seems pretty boring, so how about we change the rules, shall we? Assassins first." I growled beneath my breath as Patrick changed courses. Why the hell did he always win things like this?
"Damn it...Fine. Play it that way. But either way, I hate you."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. If you hated me so much you would've never came and found me after all these years."
"It was less than three years. If you call that long, then what do you call short?"
"A one night stand where one leaves less than an hour later."
"I had work to do, okay?"
"Sure. That's the real reason." His voice was sarcastic and a smile was displayed on his face. I rolled my eyes and sighed.
"I have so much to as Lydia."
"Like what? Why I'm not like most of the guys you meet? Why I'm so handsome? Why I look so much better than my brother?"
"No. I want to ask her why you're such a cocky asshole." Patrick laughed.
"Well, I can't have you beating me in everything, right?"
"Like I beat you at anything..."
"You'd be surprised to find out all the things that you could beat me on."
"Whatever. Let's talk about this later. When we're not in the middle of a church and seconds away from my mother-in-law barging in and dragging me to my death."
"Did you get the dress?"
"When have I ever not picked up the dress."
"Again, you'd be surprised..." I laughed a rolled my eyes at Patrick's inquiry. Smiling I spoke before climbing out the window and promptly avoiding the thorns and needles that came with the beauty of the delicate roses.
"Shut up."