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Obviously, Aiden wants to be alone with his father.
I nod and walk out of the study, then up the stairs to Callie’s room. Looking around for a suitcase, I find it, placing it on the bed to pack the list of items Callie supplied.
I have a last look around to ensure I’ve retrieved everything before leaving the room again. I know Callie’s doing the right thing, but I can’t help but feel a little sad. It’s never easy when a relationship ends, no matter how volatile it may be. Stepping down the stairs with the suitcase, my heart is heavy. At the bottom of the stairs, I place an amenities bag on the suitcase and make my way back to the study only to find Aiden and Niall are no longer there.
“Aiden?” I call out, wondering where they’ve gone.
“In here.” The sound is coming from a room down the end of the hall. It’s a room I’ve never been in before, and Aiden has Niall laid out on the sofa with a pillow under his drunken head.
“Is he all right?” I ask when I enter the room.
“I’m fine, you little trollop.” Niall tries to sit up, but when he does, he grabs his head and falls back on the sofa.
“You dizzy, Father?” Aiden grits out through his teeth.
“Shut up! I’m not dizzy,” he slurs.
If it wasn’t so sad, I’d be laughing.
His eyes turn to me and blink a few times. “You! You awful woman, you’ve ruined everything. Aiden’s whipped, and I’m fucked!”
“Father, rest. Do you know where Bree is?”
“Ha! She sleeps somewhere at Killian’s,” he rambles.
“She’s at Killian’s?” He tries to decipher his gibberish.
“That’s what I said!” Niall shouts with venom, making us both jump.
Aiden exhales abruptly. “Father, get some sleep. Mom is with us. She’s not coming home.”
“Good riddance.” Niall’s eyes roll back, and he slips into unconsciousness.
“Aiden, you all right?” I ask.
He stands, his hard eyes glassing over. “Let’s go.” He storms past me to the stairs, grabbing Callie’s bags on the way out.
Stopping at the doorway, I chance a glance back toward Niall. “Aiden. Aiden, wait! Should we leave him like that?” I yell as he storms toward the waiting car.
Aiden opens the trunk, throws the bags in, and slams it shut. I guess that answers that.
I close the front door, then run toward the car. “Talk to me,” I yell as he gets in, slamming the door. I reach the car and open the rear passenger door. “Aiden?” I ask breathlessly.
“Get in the car. We’re leaving.”
Mike and Callie both stare at Aiden, concern washing over their features.
“What’s wrong?” Callie calls out from the back seat.
Aiden talks softly and less demanding. “Nothing. Jeni, please… get in the car.”
I huff but do as he says. I’m the first to jump on the ‘we hate Niall’ bandwagon but leaving him here like this—in this state—it doesn’t feel right.
“Thank you. Mike, let’s go,” Aiden instructs.
Mike’s eyes shift to me in the rearview mirror, and I shrug. I don’t know what else I can do.
“Aiden O’Connell, you tell me what’s wrong, right now!” Callie blurts out.
