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“I’m disappointed in you, Fallon.”

My throat tightens as I cling to the door handle, the oxygen in the room getting thinner with each memory.

“I love you,mi vida.”

Arriana’s voice breaks through the multitude of others, and somehow it makes it all worse.

“I just, I needed it all to be quiet.”

Hudson’s broken words filter through, and I find I understand them now. Closing the door, I turn around on numb legs.

“Where you goin’?” Ava calls as I stagger out of the kitchen.

“Bathroom.” I mumble in response. I catch sight of Hudson and cock my head at him. He pushes past me, sinking into my empty seat. Shrugging, I continue down the hall.

“This could have been enjoyable for both of us.”

I cringe, trying to focus on anything but the sound of Logan’s voice in my head.

“I’m worried about you.”

I can’t tell whose voice it was, all of them blending together and overlapping. A steady stream of noise that’s nearly enough to drive me mad.

Closing the bathroom door behind me, I reach a shaky hand into my pocket and pull out the small baggie I confiscated from Hudson. “Just to make them quiet.” I whisper, pulling out one of the pills.

Chapter 35

Arriana

“Seriously?” Andrew cries. “What the actual fuck, Arriana? Do you know howhardit was to get those murder charges dropped, and you just…” Breathing heavily, he pinches the bridge of his nose, closing his eyes in an effort to calm himself.

“If it makes it any better, I’m really sorry.” I mumble, feeling like a small child being scolded by my parents.

“Told you it was a bad idea bringing her in.” Killian gripes, crossing his arms.

I shoot him a venomous look. “That issonot fair.” I complain.

“No. No, he’s right, Ree.” Andrew sighs. My stomach drops at his words.

Shit, I really fucked up this time.

“I can’t just make this go away. Not again. And when Billie finds out…Fuck!” Andrew slaps his palm against the coffee table.

My heart thunders in my chest as I look between my two business partners and realize they’re right. I shouldn’t be doing this, I’m too reckless, too much of a loose cannon. A liability if you will.

“Well, if it makes you feel better, I was already planning on leaving once I got Fallon back.” I mumble, picking at the skin around my fingernails.

Andrew shakes his head, sighing again. “It’s not that sim…you know what, we’ll just deal with this later. We’ve got somewhere to be.”

I perk up. “Oh?”

Glancing at Killian, Andrew gestures toward me. “Mind taking her with you? I’ve got to pick up a couple things.” His voice is monotone, making the uneasiness grow inside of me.

Killian grunts his agreement, pushing to his feet and walking toward the door.

I stand up, turning to follow him, but hesitate. “I really am sorry, Andrew.” I whisper.

“I know.” He murmurs, gripping my shoulder and squeezing. “I wish that changed anything.” Without another word, he slips something into my hand and returns to his seat on the couch.

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