His Capability

Ciara entered the penthouse with Samuel. She was shivering, but it had nothing to do with cold. She could not shake off the encounter of what almost happened to her away from her. Everything happened so fast even before Ciara could wrap her head around it.

“Thank you,” Ciara said quietly.

She noticed that since they got in, Samuel had been looking at her in a weird way. He had seen her scars, well, some of them, and now, he knows a part of her demons, and she knew deep down that Samuel had a lot of confrontations with her.

“What I would like is an explanation to things,” Samuel said sternly. He looked and sounded angrier than when he had stormed into the alley, scared the inmates out of their wits and saved Ciara.

Ciara opened her mouth, but no words would come out. She did not know where to begin, or maybe truthfully, she did not want to share that part of her life with her.

“I need some money,” Ciara stated instead.

Samuel became infuriated. “What do you need money for again?” He de