Page 75 of Done with You

“Now he speaks,” Mieka sneered. “Not a bad idea.”

“First stop,” Grant said. “Patrick and Bella, I believe.”

Patrick and Bella got up from their seats near the back of the bus, both of them casting Aiden harsh looks, while softening their eyes and smiling when they glanced at Oona. “Thanks, Grant,” Patrick said, before stepping out of the bus.

“Saying someone is bad in bed is like the lowest of the low, man,” Rayma said. “Like who even does that?”

“Were you just pissed off she wasn’t the pole and burlesque dancer you met at the hotel? That she has a good job and brains and is probably a hell of a lot smarter than you?” Mieka asked. “That she didn’t want to compromise her career and see you as a patient given the conflict of interest?”

“She’s like two different people,” Aiden blurted out.

“How?” Pasha asked. “How is she two different people?”

“Luna the performer and Oona the …”

“Stuck up bitch?” Mieka asked.

“I didn’t say that!” Aiden quickly said.

“Didn’t have to, bruh,” Rayma said, crossing her arms over her chest and staring laser beams at Aiden, her head shaking in disbelief. “I just … how could I be so wrong about you … Aiden? Because you’re sure as hell not Big Lassie anymore. You’re just Aiden. Probably bad in bed, decent in the kitchen and terrible on a bus.” Then she made a raspberry with her tongue and folded herself into a pout.

After that, the bus went quiet as Grant drove around the city dropping people off.

Rayma, Jordan, Oona and Aiden weren’t the last people to be dropped off, but they were close.

Aiden let the three of them go ahead of him as they exited the bus, and he could feel the glares from the rest of the remaining passengers boring into his back. A hand landed on his arm as he was about to take the first step down. “Something far bigger is going on and you need to fix it,” Grant said, his voice even and not without kindness. “I don’t know you from a hole in the wall, but I love Rayma and Jordan like they’re my own, so if you do anything to ruin their day, you will have an entire family coming after you.”

Aiden clenched his molars together and appraised the older man before nodding and turning to face the apartment building. He climbed down the steps and didn’t look behind him as the bus pulled away. He followed Jordan inside, where Rayma and Oona were already pulling off their boots.

“Oons, you go shower first,” Rayma said, her eyes glassy and having a hard time focusing. She swayed a little.

Oona didn’t say a word. She just nodded and went to the guest room, returning a moment later, her arms loaded with her towels, pajamas and toiletries.

Once the bathroom door closed and the shower started, Rayma rounded on Aiden, her finger pointed at him as she stalked forward. “You sssonofabitch,” she slurred, poking him hard in the chest. “How dare you hurt her. How dare you.”

Jordan stood behind the kitchen island drinking a glass of water and watching his fiancée with veiled interest.

“You better do some hardcore fucking grovelling, bruh,” Rayma started. “Apologize and make amends. I don’t care how. But Oona Young is the salt of the motherfucking earth and the fact that you hurt her just makes me want to yank out all your hair, and shove it down your throat until you choke on it.”

Rayma wasn’t super short, but she was definitely shorter than Aiden, but what the woman lacked in height, she made up for in presence and spirit. She kept poking his chest with her finger, glaring up at him, a harsh and unforgiving sneer on her face as her eye makeup, which had smudged and fallen below her eyes a bit throughout the night, just gave her a bit of a deranged and almost terrorizing look.

“She might have been trying to keep your … whatever the fuck it is, a secret to protect my special day, but it will be special no matter what.” She rose up onto her tippy toes, which brought her eye level with Aiden’s neck. “Whether you’re there or not. We Young sisters protect our own and if you don’t fix this, be prepared for four sisters to come after you with their claws out.” She pulled her finger away, then bent the fingers on both hands like they were claws and hissed at him like some kind of feral honey badger or mongoose. Then she flicked her gaze to Jordan. “I’m going to bed. Too tired for sex, though. Sorry, Lassie. Love you.”

She gave one final hard, warning glare to Aiden before spinning on her heels and stalking off to their bedroom, where she closed the door.

Jordan had remained quiet since they got into the apartment.

Aiden didn’t say a word. He didn’t know what to say. So he just went about making up the pullout couch.

Jordan remained in the kitchen, drinking water and watching Aiden.

Oona exited the bathroom but didn’t say anything to either of them. She just skittered around the corner into the guest room and closed the door.

Once the door snicked shut, Jordan came around the island and into the living room. He sat down in the La-Z-Boy and lifted his brows at Aiden who was just finishing up his bed. “You know who you reminded me of tonight?” Jordan said, his words slow and deliberate, like he was tasting each syllable on his tongue as he said them.

Aiden’s heart started to hammer.

“Like Dad,” Jordan said.

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