89.

He'll pay for this.

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Stepping out of the cab after paying the driver, Aiden nestled his gaze at the white bungalow with a simple façade and a picket fence.

The heaviness of his chest made it difficult to move an inch forward. However, he managed and took the stride which brought him closer to the gate.

Aiden pushed it open and barreled through the aisle to the steps that leads to the porch.

Getting finally at the door, he pressed the bell and on the second ring, Jackson answered the door.

Aiden’s eyes clashed with Jackson’s bright blue ones and hell, the man looked like he'd punch Aiden if ever given chance.

“Come in.” Jackson grunted out and Aiden muttered a curt ‘thanks’ and stepped into the foyer.

Aiden heard the hissing and popping sounds emanating from the kitchen side before the tang of chicken wafted his nose.

“This way.” Jackson gestured, leading him from the hallway to the living room.

Drinking in the accessorized room of cream-colored couch, a r