Chapter Eighty-Five

Aidan pushed him hard until he was on his knees, in front of the man he had beaten because of a supposed debt he owed.

“Enough!” A deep baritone voice roared from the back.

Aidan spun around without breaking the grip on the thug’s neck and saw who it was. A man, old with gray hair, walked up to him with a walking stick, striding slowly, one step in front of the other.

Aidan’s patience was running thin, waiting for the man to come close to him so he could see his face clearly as the street light wasn't bright enough to deduce who he was. After a couple of buffs and puffs, the man was finally in his face.

He wore a papa’s cap, it fitted his head like it was specifically made for him. He had gray hair which he gelled to the back and with a tiny curl, brought to the front. He wore white pants and a blue button-down shirt with a long brown coat placed on his shoulders.

Aidan scoffed and sneered seeing the way he wasn't bothered as he casually walked up to him. Maybe his attire was too c