Chapter Eighty

“I'm not a child Cole, you don't have to rush into saving me like some damsel in distress” Aidan scolded him as the paramedics were done making sure none of his bones were broken, and it was all just bruises and scrapes.

“Sir, you might not be, but your father would kill us if anything were to happen to you” Cole replied, gently pulling the door of the black Hummer EV pick-up truck they pulled up in open.

Aidan sighed heavily with just a band-aid placed on the deepest cut on his left index finger and he pouted as he stepped into the car. His security spent a couple of minutes with the police before they too came into the car with his purchases, placing them beside Malcolm who sat on the passenger seat while only Aidan was in the back.

He protested to them and demanded the purchases be put in the back with him but they refused and just said it was for his safety. He watched as his Bugatti Chiron was being pulled away by the tolling company and felt nothing for it. He caught a glance o