Hayley's POV

"Aunt Jada..." Aiden started warily, positioning himself halfway in front of me protectively. "What's going on here? What do you want?"

The formidable Russian mobster's lip curled with distaste as she raked her eyes on us in contempt. 

"Did you really think you could carry on this disgusting little affair without consequences, boy?"

A chill went down my spine as the gravity of the situation crystallized. 

Somehow, Jada had discovered Aiden and I were more than just stepsiblings. 

And from the look of pure, unhinged fury on her face, it was clear she wasn't going to let that slide.

"It's not what you think," Aiden tried, holding up...