Sometimes I thought there were two versions of Aiden. There was the sweet and at the same time infuriating side that everyone got to see, and then there was this much more sinister side that seemed to come out whenever we were dealing with Bobby or Dom. This side seemed to shut off all empathy and act purely on impulse. It was rare to see this version of Aiden, but it was definitely there.
“I hate that I forced you into this, but I’m not sorry that we’re here now.”
“You’re not sorry that we’re about to steal from our teachers?” I asked timidly, not entirely sure I wanted to know the answer.
“Nope,” he said nonchalantly.
Silence fell between us and I took a moment to take in what he was saying. When I had called Aiden dark, I meant it. He had light in him as well, but it seemed like his
