ELENAHe was . . . warm. He was warm and soft and solid all at the same time.His chiseled stomach was against my back, his pecs teasing my shoulder blades, and my back was fully curled into him. Or against him, whatever it was. One of his arms was resting beneath my neck and bent so his hand was shaped around my waist. His other arm was draped over me and reaching up to where our fingers were linked.Holy crap, this was how those cheesy-ass couples wake up in romance novels.Wait—why am I awake?Beep. Beep. Beep. Beepbeepbeepbeep.“Holy fucking shit,” Aiden groaned sleepily. Huskily. Sexily.“Concert-day alarm,” I muttered, untangling my fingers from his and reaching for my phone on the nightstand. I swiped the screen and the beeping stopped, then I froze. “Oh my God! Concert-day alarm!” I squealed, rolling over to face him.“Whaaat?”“Concert day!” I shook his shoulders until his startling bright eyes opened and looked up at me. “I love concert day!”Aiden’s lips curled up slowly. “
“Always a pleasure, Aiden,” Tits crooned, sitting a couple seats up from Chloe and crossing her legs. She ran her hand through her hair, and when he looked at her, my eyes narrowed.Chloe reacheed over, grasped my chin, and forced me to look forward. “You hurt him. He’s tryin’ to do it back because he’s a moron. Act like you don’t care and he’ll give it up.”I swallowed hard. “I don’t care.”“Then tell that to my daughter. She might believe you, doll.”Electric. Crazy. Insane.Three words to describe the pandemonium in the arena right now. Screaming girls, laughing, singing Dirty J., amazed backstage people.Chloe and I were standing in the wings, feet away from the guys, and I was almost certain my ears were ringing from the screams echoing from the seats. Because, holy hell, Aiden was right when he said I’d only seen one show. These girls screamed crazy loud.But I still got it. The excitement of the last concert. The craziness. The goddamn deafening shrieks. The everlasting adrenal
AIDENI wished I knew what the fuck it was about her. I wished I knew for a single damn second what it was about Elena Gilbert that fucked me up in the best kind of way. I wished I knew how the hell she can look into my eyes and make me different. How she makes me stronger, gentler, more understanding.I wished I knew how the fuck she can touch me with her soft hands and crack into the hard exterior my life requires. She didn’t only crack it—she slipped her painted nails between the broken edges until her fingertips were gripping them, and then she ripped them apart, exposing the guy inside. Exposing the guy that was as fuckin’ real as it came.She exposed the protector, the lover, the dreamer.She exposed the guy hidden from all the other girls.I wished I knew how the hell she made a dream come to life when I didn’t even know it existed. How she took my notion of a dream and twisted it until I looked back and realized it was never entirely fulfilled.“Why’d you do it?”“Do what?” I
I froze and looked at her. “Is it? Shit!”“Dollar!” Milka screeched. “Bad word! Dollar for pig!”Elena grinned when I placed Milka down and riffled in my pocket for my wallet. Shittin’ hell. I flipped it open and pulled out a dollar bill. Milka stared at me expectantly, her chubby hand held out in front of her.“I give you this, you go sleep, okay?”Milka narrowed her dark eyes. “You bad.”“Yes. But so are you. So take this, go to sleep, and we’re even. And . . .” I bent down, leaned in, and whispered, “I’ll get you a blueberry muffin for breakfast tomorrow before Mama wakes up, all right?”“Aiden!” Elena scolded.“Okay,” Milka sighed dramatically. “My dollar, tankoo.”I smacked the green bill into her hand then lifted her. Elena threw Bunna and Dolly across the room to me. I caught them expertly with one hand, one after the other, and passed them to Milka, who snuggled into my chest with them.“Muffin promise?” I heard Milka ask sleepily.“I promise. You know I don’t break those craz
ELENAI knew they meant well, but my God, I’d love to, you know, at least pee without being shadowed to the bathroom. Never mind the three brawny bodyguards in the next room. They should just hook me up to a mic, then they can all hear my damn business.It was all for my own protection, but unless my ex-fiancé has turned into Spider-Man and can scale up nine floors and ninja jump his way into the room through the window, I think I was probably safe enough.“Are you seriously standing outside the door?”“Just in case.”“Aiden! I can’t pee with you listening!”“I’m not listenin’, darlin’. I’m standin’ guard.”“You know, this is getting a little silly now.” I grunted and forced myself to pee. “Like, for real. And you were totally listening because you answered me!”I flushed, washed my hands, and unlocked the door.He towered over me by a few inches and outward by several more, but that didn’t stop me from narrowing my eyes in a challenging move. It had been days since I got the email, a
I liked Southerners. They were way politer than LAs.“Thank you. Where are we going?”Chloe grinned and leaned forward between the seats. “To the tattoo parlor down the street.”I stopped. “Wait. What?”Her grin just widened, and Luca pulled away.Aw, hell.I couldn’t believe I did it.“I can’t believe you did it!” Chloe gasped over her wineglass. “I thought you’d tell me to fuck off and watch me do mine.”“It really hurt!” I rolled my shoulder. “Ouch. Still does.”Chloe stared at her wrist where Milka’s name was covered by a dressing. “Yeah. This kinda stings, too.”“What kinda stings?” Conor asked, walking across the bar.“Oh shit!”“Didn’t you tell him?” I shrieked quietly. Kind of.“Tell me what?”“Nothin’, hon. Nothin’.” Chloe shoved her wrist under the table.“Are you kidding? He’s going to find out. Man up, chicken!” I pointed my—much-loved—wineglass at her.“I, er, I got a tattoo.”“You did what?” Conor asked slowly, staring at her with disbelief radiating from his eyes.“I go
AIDENRed. I saw red. I saw motherfucking red.My fist flied into his face and the crunch of his nose was satisfying. But it wasn’t enough—his jaw, arms, legs, every bit of this bastard needed fucking fracturing so he knows.“She’s fucking mine.” He launched himself at me.My response was another punch, this time to his chest, and it knocked him back. The slimy fuck looked up at me and smirked.I was gonna wipe it right off his fuckin’ face.Three pairs of hands grabbed my arms and held me back at the same time Ajay grabbed the shit who just had his hands on my Els.“Get the fuck off me,” I growled, struggling against their hold on me.“Calm the fuck down!” Titus saod.“Then get him out of my sight before I fuckin’ kill him!”“Ajay,” Bray said.He nodded once and dragged the piece of shit out of the room.“Now,” Conor said, watching Brian shut the door after Ajay and five of his boys. “You gonna sit the fuck down and behave or have I gotta punch you, too?”I shoved my brothers off me
ELENAI couldn’t move.My back was so stiff it felt like I had got steel rods inserted in it, and I was pretty sure someone put an iron ball into my head in the middle of the night.“Here.” Aiden placed a glass of water and a couple of pills on the nightstand.“Ow!” I stopped halfway sitting up. “My shoulders are hurting.”“Come here.” He wrapped his arms around me gently and eases me up. “Shhh,” he whispered, putting a pillow behind my back and leaning me against it. “All right?”“Fine,” I whispered unconvincingly. “What are these?” I took the pills and threw them into my mouth before he answered. I didn’t actually care—let’s be honest. “I guess it’s too early for vodka, huh?”Aiden took the glass of water with a smile. “Yeah, darlin’, way too early. You want breakfast?”“I don’t think I can get up yet.”“Good thing I already thought ahead, huh?” He kissed me lightly then disappeared. I stared at the open door until he reappeared with a tray in his hands.“What’s that?”“Breakfast.”