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Today was the first day of the rest of our lives, and I couldn’t wait to get it started.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
Cait
The next morning, the sound of ringing woke us.
I blinked open my eyes, groaning as the night’s exertions caught up with my body. Every muscle hurt. I sat up from where I’d been sprawled across Aidan’s chest, nudging him until he woke.
“What?”
“Your phone is ringing.”
“Oh, leave it,” he grumbled, pulling me back against his chest. But the ringing was insistent. Every time it stopped, it just started up again.
Eventually, I pulled away again.
“Aidan, it could be important.”
“Alright, fine,” he sighed, finally hauling his ass out of bed to get it.
While he busied himself with the phone, I trotted to the bathroom to freshen up.
Inside, I leaned on the vanity as I reached for my toothbrush. I barely recognized the girl in the mirror. She was flushed, happy… all of the tension I’d been carrying around for the last few years seemed to have dissipated.
I grinned at the state of my hair… I could still feel him pulling it as he’d pushed deep inside me.
Jesus.
Heat immediately flooded south and I had to clench my thighs together to expel the sudden wave of desire.
So far, marriage was wonderful.
I finished up in the bathroom and made my way back to the bedroom. Aidan was sitting on the edge of the bed, still as a statue.
I expected him to look up as I entered, but he remained frozen, saying nothing. He clutched his cellphone in both hands as he leaned on his knees.
“Aidan?” I frowned. What the hell was wrong?
Slowly his eyes raised to mine, and I saw the tears brimming there.
“Aidan, what’s wrong?” I dropped to my knees next to him, gripping his forearm. His tattoos had been tidied up over the years. Long gone were the crude sketches, they’d been replaced with beautiful, intricate tattoos that all told a story.
“That was Enzo,” he swallowed. “It’s Dad… he’s been killed.” His voice was low, cracking with emotion. The words sent my world tilting on its axis.
“What?” I breathed, not quite believing what I was hearing.
Killed… no. Surely not.
Part of me had been convinced Cullen was invincible.
“He went back to New York last night. He was ambushed when he got off the plane.” He pushed off of the bed and started to pace. I couldn’t move though. My legs felt like jelly.
“By who?”
“We’re not sure yet, he only had one of his protection detail with him.” His fists were screwed up into balls. “Shit!” He yelled, tossing his phone at the wall. Pieces of debris flew in all directions.
The weight of what all this meant wasn’t lost on me. Not only had someone attacked us, but Cullen was gone, and Aidan was now in charge.
