Vin's Parlor

"Wo!"

"Wo!"

The sound of a police siren suddenly sounded out as one of the police cars parked by the road followed Aiden's car.

Upon noticing this car, the bikers glanced at one another before slowing down and coming to a stop, they didn't seem to have the desire to get entangled with the authorities.

Meanwhile, Aiden noticed that he was being chased by the authorities, and of course, Landon noticed as well.

"What are you gonna do?" Landon asked.

Shrugging his shoulders, Aiden responded. "What else do I have to do, I'll stop," upon saying this, Aiden pulled over again waiting for the police vehicle to reach him.

"Screech!"

A sound could be heard as the police car came to a screening halt.

Watching his rearview mirror, Aiden noticed two female officers in uniforms walking in his direction.

They were both armed, firmly holding onto their standard pistols as they cautiously walked towards him.

The civilians notching the situation scrambled, but a few stayed behind, seemingly unafraid and interested to know what would happen next.

Soon they reach Aiden's car prompting him to roll down his window.

And the female officer, upon seeing his face, widened her eyes. "It's you," she exclaimed in shock.

Seeing this woman Aiden also raised a brow. "Ohh, officer, it's been a while, before you say anything, I don't have a driver's license."

"Puft!"

The female officer scoffed before putting her gun away her eyes narrowed as she said. "Why were you driving like that? This isn't a racing game, people could've gotten hurt."

As the woman nagged him, Aiden just observed her with a small smile on his face, she had long black hair and deep brown eyes, and her face was scrunched up in a light frown, which Aiden found cute.

He remembered when he had met this woman, the night when Whisper got into a fight with Gold, she had accompanied an officer named Rex.

"Are you listening to me?" The officer suddenly asked.

Her question brought Aiden out of his thoughts prompting him to say. "You seemed to have advanced, you don't follow Rex anymore, instead you got someone following you."

"So you weren't listening," the female officer said as she gritted her teeth.

Seeing her expression, Aiden chuckled briefly before asking. "Can you do anything to me if I don't listen, as long as I didn't hurt anyone or destroy property I'm fine, after all, I'm a C-ontractor," Aiden said playfully before turning to the other officer in the distance, with a smile, he waved at her and said. "Hello, newbie."

"Vroom!"

The sound of an engine starting could be heard as Aiden drove off, leaving the brown-eyed officer in the dust.

Watching Aiden's car leave, the female officer whom Aiden had just acknowledged asked her superior. "Ma'am, who was that?"

Hearing the question, the brown-eyed officer responded. "He's a delinquent."

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(8:59 pm)

In the cover of night, a sleek sports car could be seen gliding into the spacious parking lot of Vin's Parlor, heads turned and whispers rippled through the crowd of affluent guests.

The exterior of the establishment stood as a beacon of luxury, adorned with elegant architectural details that spoke to its five-star status.

Large windows offered tantalizing glimpses of the opulence within, while the grand marquee, illuminated with the name "Vin's Parlor" in dazzling lights, prepared the stage for the extravagance that awaited inside.

Amidst this backdrop of sophistication, the arrival of the sports car becomes a spectacle in itself.

Even with their wealth, most of the people here had never seen a car as such.

"What a ride!"

"Have you seen that car before?"

"I want it!"

"What brand made such a beauty?"

The car's sleek lines and polished exterior drew admiring glances, while its engine purred with the promise of power and speed.

As the driver brought the vehicle to a graceful stop, the doors swung open, releasing billows of cinematic steam that added to the dramatic flair of his arrival.

Every eye in the vicinity was drawn to him as he emerged from the car, his overcoat swirling around him in a mesmerizing dance.

With each step, he moved with purpose, his presence adding an extra layer of intrigue to the already lavish surroundings of Vin's Parlor.

Of course, this mysterious driver was Aiden, and he had finally arrived at Vin's Parlor although a tad late.

Looking around, Aiden spotted a velvet adorned with a pair of tailored trousers, a matching black jacket, and a crisp white shirt underneath.

Beckoning the man over, Aiden threw his car keys over to him. While walking inside the establishment his voice lingered as he took his ticket from the velvet. "Take care of my ride, will you."

"Wow," an amazed exclamation sounded out from the side, partially drawing Aiden's attention.

Turning his head, he noticed a very familiar face, one he'd dreaded before.

It was a man with honey blonde hair and sky blue eyes, he wore one of those white suits that screamed wasted money, and his necks and wrists were adorned with gold watches from reputable brands, overall he gave off an aura of spoilt confidence and aura that made Aiden narrow his eyes, this man was Jameson Scott, Aiden's classmate from senior high school.

Besides him was another familiar face, a woman wearing a long blue dress with light accessories, she looked graceful, with long black hair, lustrous black eyes, and fair skin, she radiated an aura of elegance that suggested she was too high up to care about the affairs of peasants, this woman was Delia Horatio, the first daughter of the Horatio family, she was also Aiden's classmate as well.

Glancing at Aiden, her eyes widened a bit, not because she recognized the face in front of her, but because of the quality of the stallion.

To her Aiden's dark and heavy aura, paired with his otherworldly looks made him a desirable man.

"That's a nice ride man, if I may ask what brand is it from? I think I need one." Jameson asked.

Hearing Jameson's words, Delia rolled her eyes and turned to Aiden as she said as she stretched out her hand. "Don't mind him, he harbors some kind of childish fascination for cars like yours, I'm Delia."

"I know!"

Aiden finally spoke, his voice chilling as he observed the two.

Hearing Aiden's response surprised the duo a bit, Jameson for one squinted his eyes in confusion as he observed Aiden, the more he stared at this man's perfect features, the more he felt that he knew this person.

Delia on the other hand was just surprised by how deep Aiden's voice sounded, not thinking much of Aiden's reply she left her hand suspended in mid-air, her eyes narrowed as she said. "It seems we're quite famous for you to know our names, but you're not much of a gentleman are you, it's rude to keep a lady hanging."

Glancing at Delia's hands, Aiden turned to walk into the establishment, his voice, lingering as he left. "I don't shake parasites."

Aiden's words sparked a lingering memory in Jameson, and the more he stared at Aiden's back, the more vivid that memory became.

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(Flashback!)

The hallway buzzed with excitement as students hurried to their classes on the first day of senior high at St. Paul's. In one corner, a group of students surrounded a boy, their mocking laughter echoing off the marble walls.

"Hey, look who decided to join us. Mr. Scholarship over here!"

Laughter echoed off the polished marble floors as the boy, his shoulders slumped, tried to shrink away from the verbal assault.

Just then, with an air of entitlement, a blonde-haired boy swaggered into view, his entourage trailing behind him like loyal subjects. His eyes locked onto the scene, and a wicked grin spread across his face.

"Well, well, what do we have here? Looks like someone's in need of a lesson in humility."

The bullied boy's heart sank as he realized the situation was about to escalate.

He braced himself for the onslaught of insults and mockery and physical pain, and sure enough.

"Bam!"

The sound of a thud could be heard as he was violently kicked to the ground.

Just as the tension reached its peak, a teacher appeared, her authoritative presence momentarily silencing the commotion.

But as she took in the scene before her, her expression softened, and she addressed the blonde boy with deference.

"Mr. Scott, is there a problem here?"

The blonde boy, Jameson Scott, straightened up, a smug glint in his eyes. "No problem, Mrs. Andrews. Just showing this scholarship kid his place."

Mrs. Andrews nodded, her gaze flicking dismissively over the victim before she turned and walked away, leaving the boy feeling utterly abandoned.

Once the teacher was out of sight, Jameson's attention shifted to a dark-haired youth sitting alone nearby. Despite the boy's meek appearance, Jameson approached with a disarming smile.

"Hey there, buddy. You wouldn't happen to be from the Horatio family, would you? I've heard a lot about them."

The dark-haired boy, Aiden, eyed Jameson warily but nodded nonetheless. "Yeah, that's my family. Why do you ask?"

Jameson's smile widened as he launched into his spiel. "Ah, excellent! I was hoping you could introduce me to your sister, Delia. I've heard she's quite the catch."

Unbeknownst to Jameson, Delia had overheard their conversation from her seat in the corner of the room. Her brow furrowed in disapproval as she listened to the conversation.

Before Aiden could respond, Delia intervened, her voice laced with frustration. "Jameson, if you want to talk to me, have the decency to do it yourself instead of talking to that filth of a foster child, the only reason he's here is because my family felt sorry for him."

Hearing Delia's words made Aiden lower his gaze a bit, he seemed saddened for obvious reasons.

Jameson on the other hand felt his smile falter for a moment, his ego bruised by Delia's rebuke. But he quickly recovered, and upon seeing Aiden's expression he had an idea, if he was nice to Aiden despite his status, Delia would see what a nice man he was, with that in mind, Jameson extended his hand in a conciliatory gesture.

"Of course. My apologies. Let's start fresh, shall we?" He asked Aiden.

But Aiden, who had remained silent until now, finally spoke up, his voice cold and cutting. "I don't shake hands with parasites."

Delia's eyes widened in shock at her brother's boldness, a sense of disdain washing over her. "How dare such a rat speak to him that way?" She thought.

She was intrigued by Jameson Scott as well, but she had the pride of her family to maintain. As the first child of the Horatio family, she was expected to maintain its integrity, that was part of the reason why even though she wasn't fond of Aiden, she couldn't do anything about it.

Feeling the sting of humiliation caused by Aiden's words, Jameson's expression twisted into a sneer as he turned his attention back to Delia, his intentions clear, and when he saw the look in her eyes he suddenly understood something.

"You fucker!" He said as he moved.

"Bam!"

(End of Flashback!)

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Looking towards the enigmatic figure of the dark-haired man, Jameson muttered. "That's Aiden," and as he said it once, he suddenly became so sure of it that he said it loud enough for Delia to hear. "That fucking basted is Aiden."

Hearing the name that came out of Jameson's mouth, Delia was shocked, she remembered Aiden all too well, a sickly-looking youth, with a pitiful look in his eyes, she found it hard to compare that figure with the man walking into Vin's Parlor at this moment.