Chapter Forty - Approval
I'm good living life just like I should, wouldn't change it if I could. I'm good, I'm good, I'm good.
"You aren't seriously considering keeping the company?"
"I don't know what I'm considering!"
"Consider this! Both your mother and your father died because of it. Do you want to be next? You almost were."
"Shut up, Roman! You think I don't know that? It was my parents who died, after all!" I screamed at him. Angrier than I'd ever been with him before. He didn't get it. My parents had died for this company. There was a reason my father had kept it. Maybe, it was my legacy to continue it.
"You're being stupid."
I crossed my arms stubbornly across my chest and fell down on my bed. "Go away."
"Don't do this." He muttered angrily. "Don't turn me away now. Not after everything we've been through."
"What else am I supposed to do?" I snapped. "You're acting like a dictator! Just because you don't like something, doesn't mean I can't do it."
It was the day after our kidnapping. I was still weighing my options. The truth of my mother's death had been sprung on me last night. I'd spent the final hours of the night thinking about it and wondering how it had happened. Had my mother known it was coming? Had my father? Why hadn't he taken better measures to protect her? What had it been over? But I knew I wasn't going to get answers. It was pointless to dwell on it over a decade later. After all, I'd made peace with her passing and I didn't want to bring the raw grief back after I'd long found a place for it to reside in my chest.
It was mid-day now and I hadn't left my room yet. I'd moved on from wallowing over the death of my mother to considering the options ahead of me. The greenhouse. Since I'd been AWOL all day, Roman had come in to talk to me. He wasn't exactly happy with where my head was at the moment. And I wasn't exactly happy with his domineering attitude.
He glowered at me. "I'm the bad guy in most situations, Samantha-Jade, I admit it. But when have I ever been the bad guy when it comes to us? Would I ever deprive you of something you love? Would I ever keep you from making your own choices? I want you to be happy. But more importantly, I want you to be safe. This company is not safe."
He was right. But something in the back of my head kept nagging me to stay with the greenhouse, to keep the Fletchers in charge. Maybe it made me feel closer to my father. This greenhouse kept revealing things about him I had never known before. If I lost it...I'd lose my father's true identity with it. "I just...it meant a lot to my dad."
He sighed, sitting down beside me. He took my hand and laced his fingers with mine. "If you decide to keep the greenhouse, I'm going to stick with you. You know that, right? And if anybody tries to hurt you, they'll have to go through me first."
I winced. His words sounded sweet but they were the exact opposite of what I wanted to hear. I didn't want what happened to my mother to happen to Roman. I knew he would be true to his word. He'd die before letting anybody lay a hand on me. But I felt the exact same way towards him. "Ugh, you make my life so difficult." I groaned.
He chuckled. "I thought that would hit home. You have zero concern for your own well-being but when it comes to other people, you'll break your own back to save them."
"Not just other people." I rolled my eyes. "Only the people I love."
He leaned down and kissed my temple. "So that's a no to the greenhouse?"
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