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"I’m sure we can both agree that you are a child as well. Taking your behavior into consideration… would a normal functioning adult follow some ominous looking group of thugs? I don’t think so." he retorted, giving her this small tilt of his head with eyebrows raised that said something along the lines of ‘am I right?’.

The palm of her hand smacked against his cheek with much more force and power than he had anticipated. The sound of it rang through his ears as he fell over to the side, rolling onto his back to avoid colliding with his arm too hard. He couldn’t believe it. Aaron scoffed before a laugh burst through his lips. Lying there on the floor he couldn’t help himself but laugh at it, at her, at himself, at everything.

The masochistic part of him most likely enjoyed this exchange of fists and violence. Getting beaten up by a woman wasn’t an everyday event. He fully let out all the anger and rage that was inside him from her busting his deal. Hopefully for her, this was a singular occurrence because if that would happen again he would make sure not to let her off with just a beating.

"You sound like you don’t have anything disreputable to cry about. But are you really that innocent? I doubt it. You shot me after all." he replied to her previous statement, holding his shoulder as if it still hurt. It did, sometimes, but it was nothing he couldn’t brush off. With a grunt, he forced himself back up into a seating position before pushing his whole body up with his arm. As he was standing again he looked at her, his eyes moving up and down, assessing her from head to toe.

He smirked at her, holding out his hand and twitching his fingers inward to call her forward. "Come on. This can’t be all you’ve got. I’m sure there’s more of that burning rage that wants to break free, hmm?"