Thirty six

CHAPTER 36

GLENN

At that moment I could feel the thudding sound that was beating heavily out of my chest, the dark feeling I had prior to that moment was consuming every part of my soul and at the same moment I felt the shame of being discovered.

Diverse thoughts crept through my mind leaving me confused —

I was consumed by jealousy, the fact that her body reeked of Santiago. Staring down at her, after what looked to be a collision between us two, after hitting my skull with hers and we both had fallen back a few steps. My gaze went back to her then to the ground that was covered with the edibles I was smuggling.

I didn't know what expression would suit me most at that moment, anger that I had been discovered or the shame of being discovered.

Confused, I fell to silence as it looked to be the only emotion I could express at that minute.

With the room all quiet at the moment, I stared right into her eyes as I was still startled.

“What the hell?” a feminine voice muttered—

I drifted back to my senses, as Martha's narrowed gaze centered on me as we both stood right there in the middle of the room.

I ignored her and went on me knee's as I rubbed my forehead still feeling the agonizing pain, I couldn't help to ignore her scent that was so replica to Santiago even as I packed the packs from the ground.

My throat closed up as she continued speaking, the thought that he had another woman over wearing his clothes crossed through my mind and filled it with bitterness.

The truth was I hated the woman, I felt ashamed admitting the word hate even if it was a strong word but it was the plain truth.

“Hey you! what the hell do you think you are doing with all of that, stealing them?” she snapped, still rubbing her forehead as well.

The fact she would call me a thief sparked off something in my soul. My gaze swept upward to look at her only to see that she had eyes all over me already. I watched as our eyes took in the other as it was filled with so much hatred.

The best at that moment would be for me to be quiet, I could tell that engaging her would start up something that brings Thiago's attention.

At that moment, I was trying so hard to ignore her as by the moment I was placing the packs on the table, still not speaking… My silence provoked something in her.

"Do you talk?” she bit out. “I know you have mean words and can be vocal, why not act all vocal like the way you did the last time we met?"

She said this with her hands on her hips as she wagged her fingers. “Now I can see why no one wants you even my sweet Santi. "

I blinked.

I was at the brink of getting angry if she pushed on, I tried to weigh her words in my chest and it felt heavy … Too heavy.

The thought she had played the no one wants you card on me —

In as much as her word's came with a bit of truth I hated the fact that they were coming from her, the only reason why I was standing here still with a sane mind was the fact that I wasn't really in a foul mood.

I let her look sink in with the fact that I was still angry, Evil eyes and narrowed

gazes and all. I took everything in till it was a painful lump too hard to swallow.

I needed no one to tell me, we'd never get along as a matter of fact that it was clear to me that she didn’t like me, but I could easily guess that was because she saw me as a threat to having Thiago or perhaps because Thiago would never want her.

Still at that moment I was done respecting her or any other woman in his life. If he had any —

I made up my mind that I wouldn't let anyone talk to me that way like I was worth nothing.

My sister had done that and while having to deal with her differently, with . Martha my heart chose to deal with her in a different way.

My chest tightened and as it did I could feel my heart pounding as it refused to succumb.

I stared hard at her and could have sworn to myself that she flinched.

I believed to myself that she had to give me respect if she deserves my respect, not able to control my anger my palms grew clammy—

I could feel that sensation, as though something dark crept through me. Anger.

At that moment I was driven to insanity by that one emotion, I was upset enough that as my gaze found Martha with whatever her name was with indifference, my wild wolf felt like ripping her soul out.

"Well I don't think what I did is your business, this is not the house the last time I checked." I muttered.

Her mouth dropped open. “Well, you got a sharp tongue.. .I see. "

“And you’re in my way.” I added. ",You will never get him. "

Her eyes narrowed, but she looked down at me, I could see that my last words got to her.

I could sense that feeling of frustration that had infiltrated my heart at first and then hers, still I could still feel that burning sensation in my Chest as though a hole was burnt Into it.

I ignored her,before I knew what I was doing I was packing the boxes again.

She stopped in front of me still . "leave or I'd e forced to —"

Martha stepped out of the way as I made my way to the steps.

I stopped. "And by the way — " I turned to look at her before going up the steps —“ You don't look good in his .

Anger crept into her cheeks just before I ran up the steps.

"We'd see about that!" She called after me.