Aidan Hutchinson Dad Novels & Stories

My dad turns and my eyes move to Ryder when Hatchet steps forward and stands beside his son. “Antonio, maybe we should discuss this in the office? I had no idea that ...” my dad pulls his gun and aims it at Hatchet. “That you would get fucking caught! Why Hatchet? We have always been generous with your commission. So why did you go against me and mine?” My dad is seething with anger. I gasp as I look at Hatchet. I let go of Ryder’s hand and turn to face Hatchet. No h wouldn’t do this. Hatchet is a good man, he wouldn’t steal from my family.

Bex laughs, and I nod. "Who is he?" Alaric looks at her. "Max's father is friends with the Dean, makes considerable donations, and has done so for a few years." Bex explains. "Four years ago, his older son was there. He was just as bad as Max, but nothing got done. He got warnings, verbal, not recorded so it appeared like he had a perfect record. People know, so no one even wastes time reporting Max and his behaviour." "His last name, please, Bex?" Alaric looks at her.

He bites down his sobs and looked at Jonathan. "He killed my father. For what? For some shares. He was my father's partner at his company. He came to our house almost every day. He was like a part of the family. We never felt awkward in front of him. He never said anything about himself but he knew all about us." Aiden felt wrong thinking his father never talked about him and his mother to his friends.

Kendrick said. “Mr. Madavaski, I won’t try to convince you that I have gotten over her, but with time, you will know and see it for yourself,” Aiden said to Kendrick and then turned to Rosy, who has been watching the both of them. “My Dad sends his greetings to you and he said he would like to speak with you again after all these years,” Aiden said. “I think I will have to speak to him soon. How was your stay in Hearton?” Rosy asked.

Not that my dad isn't a standup guy, but he's nowhere near the level of Colton Lyon. Of course at fifteen I already had a strong sense of right and wrong and tended to lean more toward the right, but not until I met Colton Lyon did I become the man I am today. So I guess I have him to thank for that. Now if only he'd let me show him by giving me his daughter my life would be complete. Being away from her like this is torture.

"But then we had worked together to make sure we were close to home. I decided to set up a branch company here in New York while Layla sort for transfer. I guess fate had other things in store." I could hear the sadness laced with his words. "What happened?" Aiden took in a long breath. "Mom and Dad passed." Dropped like a bomb. "Dad died at the battle of Gnodes and shortly after, I guess Mom couldn't live without him as she joined him." The sadness in his voice, laced with the way his shoulder slouched, I did the very first thing that came to my mind. I sat up and wrapped my arms around him as it was the only form of comfort I could offer him.

He just kept staring at Eugene. "She's the one who liked me. I never liked her. If it weren't for my father adopting her—and him being so fond of her—I would've cut her off long ago. You all know she's seven years younger than me. There's no way I'd like someone like that. All these years, it's always been her chasing after me." I was sixteen when the McMillan family took me in—just starting high school. Dennis was twenty-three, already a college graduate. He had a good family, good looks, and girls constantly orbiting him.

"Almost more than half of the city lives and dies by their family, and you call them washed up?!" Back at the birthday party, Terrence didn't mention my background, probably thinking that I would be easy to deal with, and that he could muddle things over. Now, it seems like he suddenly became honest. Clearly, my parents had thoroughly drilled common sense into him and made their stance clear. Joyce's eyes nearly popped out of her head. "He's… he's Augustus Lane's son? That famous tycoon?!" She always thought that my family was a washed-out husk of a family that had some money but was on the decline, which was why she always bullied me so excessively in the first place.

“So you are my friend!” I chuckled. “Guess so.” Vivian studied me for a moment before turning back to Aiden. “Do you remember your Aunty Olivia? The one who got you an iPad for your last birthday a few months ago?” Aiden furrowed his brows, thinking hard. Then his eyes lit up. “Oh yeah! She’s really nice!” Vivian smiled. “Well, guess what? This gentleman here is her husband.” Aiden’s mouth dropped open. He looked at me with wide eyes before turning back to his mom. “So that means…” He gasped. “He’s my second daddy?!”

Kent said as he bowed his head to look at him. “I’m sorry daddy I won’t do it again.” Aiden said that Kent just nodded. “It is okay if you do not repeat it okay? But are you okay with Daddy being Mafia?” He asked her as Aiden immediately looked at him. “Super yes! You are so cool, Daddy! You know our daddy as well as Grandma and Grandpa, uncle and aunt are Mafia!” He said this happily which made Kent smile. “I hope you are really Aiden. I hope Mommy and Addison will accept it when they find out.” Kent said