Humble son-in-law in the day, Billionaire at night

10

Outside by the door, Aiden notices a man walking toward him.

At first, Aiden thinks it's because of the cigarette he's smoking. Not wanting some shitty conversation with some security men, he stubs the cigarette under his feet.

But still the man comes closer.

Bracing himself, Aiden waits, hands in his pocket.

“Hand over all you have stolen,” the man says.

Aiden frowns.

“I saw you going from car to car. I have been watching you over there for the past few minutes,” the man says.

Aiden frowns again. This man cannot be drunk, right?

“Oh, you want to prove to be stubborn.”

Aiden's phone beeps. He takes it out of his pocket. He reads the message.

A man in black clothes is on your tail; the message reads.

He looks at the man in front of him, the man is in black clothes. Swiftly, he grabs the man and drags him to a corner with dim light.

Aiden pushes the man to the ground, his right boot presses tight against the man's chest.

“Are you going to tell me now?” Aiden asks, his voice now very different from the normal warm humble tone.

The man on the ground tries to plead for help but the only words that come out of his mouth are nonsense words.

What the fuck! The security man groans. Wesley didn't tell him this man was this strong?! His lungs…his lungs are on a fucking fire!

“Are you ready to talk now?” Aiden asks, taking his boot slightly enough for the man to breathe.

“I swear it was Mr Wesley who said I should accuse you of theft and arrest you so that he can come and bail you, I swear I have no hand in this,” the man blurts out, breathless.

Aiden frowns. This man is a security man?

He takes his phone and checks the message again. His frown grows deeper.

He gives the man on the ground another kick before walking off, dialing a number.

“What the fuck?” Aiden snaps.

“I swear someone is on your tail, sir,” the person at the other end says.

“Where is the person right now?”

“Last time I was able to get his location, he was inside the hall.”

“The same hall and my wife?” Aiden asks, the vein on his neck bugling.

“Yes, sir. He's…he's going out, sir!” The person at the other end says.

Aiden lets out a breath of relief. “I'm going to trick him and find out who the fuck he is.”

“I'll keep you posted on any new information, sir.”

Aiden hangs up, walks up to the road and boards a cab.

“5th avenue,” Aiden says and slides into the car.

“Seven dollars,” the man says. “No bargain,” he adds.

“Just drive me there,” Aiden mutters.

“People don't know how hard it is to drive a car and make a living from it,” the driver whines as he drives. “They don't realize that a car can break down any time and I'll be jobless and homeless, no food for my kid and my wife…it's such a nightmare that I don't want to think about it.”

Despite the fact that Aiden doesn't give a fucking reply to the shit load of whining, the driver still continues.

“I bet you haven't driven a car in your life…” still Aiden doesn't say anything but the driver sees it as a point of duty to continue. “If you ask me, it's a prerequisite for every man to have learnt how to drive at the age of eighteen, sometimes sixteen…”

Aiden hisses under his breath. The man should just go ahead and say car driving should be learnt in the womb.

“I could teach you how to drive if you're humble enough—”

“Fuck!” Aiden swears, noticing a car that has been on their tail the whole while now closing in on them.

He jumps in the front seat, yanks the driver's hand off the steering wheel and takes control of it, startling the damn man out of his wits.

He sends the car flying down the road, narrowly escaping a lot of accidents.

The car behind them has increased its speed.

All of a sudden, Aiden brings the car to a halt. The other car comes crashing behind the car.

Aiden swings the door open, jumps out of the car. A bullet sound disrupts the silence.

Carefully, Aiden gets on his stomach. He crawls with caution under the darkness at the other end to the car. As soon as the door to the car opens, there's another bullet sound.

Aiden grabs the legs he sees coming down from the car.

Next there is a crashing sound.

A man groans.

Swiftly, Aiden grabs the man's gun and gets on his feet. He kicks the man in the back several times.

He goes back to the cab, takes pictures of the license plate and sends it to a number. He sends a voice message along with it. “Find out the owner of this car and get him a new one.”

When Aiden is sure the cab man is still alive, he goes back to the other car, carries the damn idiot who has been on his tail inside the car and drives off.

Two hours later, the stupid tailing man taken care of, Aiden is back to the Villa. He takes several breaths to calm himself, to get the damn stupid spirit of the humble son-in-law he's been playing with all along before opening the door and going inside.

He opens the door to the sitting room. He almost freezes.

All the members of the family, including Harper's elder brother who has been out of town for the past two months for business reasons are in the sitting room.

“Where the hell have you been?” Aiden's mother-in-law snaps.

Aiden bows. “I'm sorry, ma'am. I was just looking around the area when I lost my way. By the time I found my way back to the place the car was parked, the car was no longer there. I had to trek all the way—”

“You're a total disgrace to brotherhood,” Harper's elder brother says.