Aiden.
Without hesitation, I barge through my brother’s front door, passing by his guards who fail to recognize me as a threat, at least for now.
In the foyer, my angry voice echoed as I yelled, “Dean, where the f**k are you?”
I told Emily I would be home after work, but then I decided to take a slight detour. I’m angry because he dared to touch my woman and threatened her, and that doesn’t sit well with me.
I know she said to leave it, but I can’t.
As soon as he steps into view, I sprint up the stairs towards him. His body tensed, anticipating my next move.
My fist balling I throw a punch towards his face.
It connects with a loud whack; the impact reverberating through the air, but no sound escapes from him. Instead, he retaliates by throwing a punch that connects with my jaw.
Des
