Aiden ✔️ NOW PUBLISHED!

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Aiden.

I headed back to Corvallis alone to grab some of Emma's things for her. Since Ashley is staying with Ricky, there's no fucking way in Hell I'm allowing my girl to stay in this house alone. There's no need for her to be there anyway since school is out. She tried to come with me, but I sent her shopping with Ash instead.

Upon walking in the house I'm reminded of when I first came here. I know Emma loves the little place, but it's garbage. I'm not against small homes, they can be quaint and cozy if done right but this place is a pit. I fixed the clogged sink four times when they weren't home and when my eyes finally noticed the bucket on the floor and my eyes panned to the ceiling above her bed when I laid with her for the first time, I noticed the hole in her ceiling. It was in that moment... her head on my chest and her sleepy breathing that I knew I wanted to protect and cherish her.

I can read people, I've always been able to... and Emma is the first girl I've come across in my life that is pure and good. But as I twirled her hair while she slept my eyes wandered up to the speckled ceiling of her bedroom, the moonlight cascaded in and I saw the dark spot, the mold. I e-mailed my realtor and told her to greenlight my penthouse, no matter the cost.

I had to pay an extra ten thousand for them to get it done so quickly but I would pay a million for her to sleep somewhere that didn't affect her health, Ashley too. I knew I needed to get the girls out of there. I wish Ashley would have talked to me, but it's my fault... I need to be a better brother to her.

I was just so busy, wrapped up in launching my career that I put her- my only real family- on the sidelines... but not anymore. I'm going to set the girls up.

The moving company is coming today.

I didn't tell the girls... hopefully, they aren't too pissed.

I opened Emma's drawers and placed her neatly folded clothes into her new suitcase, she didn't have one of her own so I got my assistant -Carmello- to get her one that I thought Emma would like, a Tiffany & Co. one...

The color scheme of her room is that color, I had noted this when I first came here so I knew she would adore the luggage, before she turned it away with a shy smile embarrassed about me spending money on her, and when that happens I'll ease her suffering by telling her that I already had it in my closet. I'm sure I look funny carting around such a feminine suitcase but fuck it, what my girl likes is what she gets.

I opened her closet and grabbed a few more things, some dresses I knew she would look adorable in as I'm looking through her closet I'm relieved to find her modest clothing. I couldn't imagine her in some of the dresses girls wear in the city, I mean she would look sexy as fuck in anything but the thought of her parading around town in something that shows too much skin makes me seriously mental.

They will turn their heads no matter what she's wearing, she doesn't need to help the process.

I finished packing and walked into the bathroom to grab her things, she was adamant about me getting her favorite bottle of perfume, I told her I would buy her another one but the words 'holy grail' and 'the best thing ever' along with 'limited edition' came up and I obliged, knowing even a new scent wouldn't be the same.

But I don't mind. It makes her smell like candy.

I passed Ashley's room on the way and it reminded me of the talk I had with her about taking Emma to the club. She wasn't happy when I told her I didn't approve, but eventually she gave in when I stood my ground. She told me Emma was changing me. Fuck she is. And I wouldn't change it for anything.

I locked up the door to the shitty house and my phone began to buzz incessantly in my pocket, I fumbled with the luggage and my keys, cursing myself for not hiring someone to do this for me... but the reason I hadn't was because I didn't want a mover touching her panties and things, I got all of that from the drawers, they can get everything else. I set the luggage in the truck and pulled out my phone. Ricky's name flashed on the screen and I answered.

A variation of heavy breathing and cuss words were flowing through the other end of the line, which made my body stiffen. "They took them Aiden. The fucking Matarazzo's took the girls."

Tunnel vision.

Panic.

Seething fucking rage.

I shouldn't have lied to her about what I do for a living.

I'm going to fucking kill them for even thinking about harming my little sister, but I'll torture them until they beg for absolute mercy for even looking at my girl.
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