Page 6 of Falling With You

“Okay, you’re going to come home with me, okay,” Violet said, her voice soft.

“I just want to go home,” I whispered. “The cats.”

Violet just smiled. “Meadow’s going to take care of your cats for you. And Beckham’s going to go with her so she’s not alone. No one’s going to be alone tonight. You’re going to come home with me. I’m going to tuck you in and love you and do my best not to freak out. Because if I freak out, then Mace and Adrienne will be right here. You know our big brother tried to get in that car and drive up here. But I wouldn’t let him. He will be here tomorrow, though, and we can’t stop that. But tonight, you’re coming home with me. Okay?”

Violet was talking very calmly, very precisely, and I just nodded. I didn’t want to be alone, not really. But my babies were at the house. Though if Meadow and Beckham were going to take care of them, then that would be okay.

“What about Aiden?”

Violet and Harmony and Meadow all shared a look, and they stiffened.

“What about Aiden?” I repeated.

“The guys are with him now. He’s going to go home a bit later than you. But we can wait if you’d like. He broke his hand. It’s not a bad break, but it’s enough that it’s going to be in a cast for a few weeks.”

Tears filled my eyes, and I started shaking.

“But he needs to work. How can he do that?”

“They’re going to figure it out. And Dillon is ready to step in. We’re all going to be fine. You just need to worry about yourself for now. Aiden will be just fine.” I looked at Harmony and nodded, but I couldn’t really focus.

Because while I might be bruised and still in shock, I wasn’t the one going home in a cast.

Aiden was the one hurt. All because I thought I could take care of myself.

I had been wrong.

And the guy I’d had a crush on for so long, the man that I secretly loved even though I shouldn’t, had been hurt because of me.

If I hadn’t had my pride, he would be fine.

It was all my fault.

Chapter Two

Aiden

I knew I had a temper,but damn, this week? I felt like my rage was out of control.

And there was nothing I could do about it.

My hand hurt, my head hurt, and I was just so pissed off at the world, that it felt like nothing I did was the right thing.

It had been four days since I had seen Sienna. Four days since I had seen her pinned against that wall, fighting with everything she had, but both of us afraid that it wouldn’t be enough.

I had been so damn scared.

Wasstillscared. I hadn’t been just scared in that moment though, I had been angry as all hell that someone dared to touch her. They’d made her feel unsafe. They’d tried to steal her purse, her phone, and God knew what else. They probably made her doubt herself, and that killed me. Because Siennaneverdoubted herself. She was the most confident woman I knew. So much so that she annoyed the hell out of me sometimes because we butted heads over it. Over her. Over me. Over all of it. But now, she was hurt, and there wasn’t a damn thing I could do about it.

I was scared right at this very moment just thinking about it.

And so angry.

I hadn’t seen Sienna since that night. I hadn’t talked to her. Held her. I hadn’t done a damn thing.

That worried me more than it probably should have. Or maybe not enough.

Did she blame me?