Hyde's Absolution (Sydney Storm MC 4)

She promised? As if that made all the difference. “You think I care when it fucking started and when it ended?” I slammed my hand down on the kitchen counter, my anger building again. “All I fucking care about is whether Charlie is mine!”

She flinched. “Aiden, she’s yours. I know it!”

My mind connected dots. “That’s where you went yesterday? To see Gibson?”

The guilt that flashed in her eyes confirmed it, but she didn’t answer me. “She looks like you!”

I towered over her. “Get the fuck out of my sight,” I snarled. “I can’t look at you right now.”

If I had to look at her for a minute fucking longer, I would do serious damage to her. Everything inside screamed for me to get her the fuck out of the room. She’d taken every good thing I’d ever given her and trashed it to pieces. Everything I thought I knew, I didn’t. I knew fucking nothing. And it turned out, I could trust fucking no one.

Gripping my shirt, she begged, “Aiden, ple—”

“Now, Tenille!” I roared. “I can’t guarantee your safety if you don’t leave.”

She played the smart move and exited the kitchen without another word, which left me alone with the man I’d dreamt of killing

for over a decade. I wouldn’t do it in my house while Charlie was here, but he sure as fuck wouldn’t leave without me delivering a fuckload of pain to him.

My fist connected with his face before he saw it coming. He fell, hitting his head on the chair near him. My boot thudded loudly as I took a step to yank him back up. Holding him by the shirt, I punched him again, sending him flying backwards into the wall. He slumped to the ground, still trying to get his bearings.

I stood over him. “You are going to fucking bleed,” I spat at him. “For every-fucking-thing you’ve ever done to me and my family!”

He kicked his leg out, trying to fight me so he could stand, but I didn’t allow the pain his kicks caused to break my determination. I punched him over and over until the skin on his face couldn’t be seen through the blood covering it. He kicked and punched at me, too, leaving my face with cuts and bruises. I moved like a machine, though. One he would never beat again.

He fought unconsciousness, his eyes rolling back in his head. I gripped his shirt and shook him. “Don’t you fucking pass out yet, motherfucker. We’ve got a long fucking way to go still.” I wouldn’t be done with him anytime soon.

He looked at me through thin slits as his lip curled into a sneer. “You kill me, your club will have to live with the consequences,” he managed to get out while coughing blood.

“You think I give a fuck about that at this point?” I didn’t care. Storm would find a way to deal with any shit that my actions caused.

He opened his mouth to speak again, but I jammed my foot against his face, pushing it sideways against the wall. “Stop fucking talking!”

My phone rang, but I ignored it. I was dealing with something that couldn’t fucking wait. However, it kept ringing over and over. It wouldn’t fucking stop.

Yanking it from my back pocket, I barked, “I’m in the middle of something! What the fuck do you want?”

“Hyde.” It was King. He sounded less than impressed, but I ignored that.

“What?” I snapped, staring down at Gibson.

“You care to alter that?” Still unimpressed.

“Fuck, King, I’m dealing with Gibson.”

Silence for a beat. “Where are you?”

“My place.”

“Your kid there?”

Fuck.

I dropped my head. “Yeah.”

“I’m sending Nitro. Don’t fucking kill that motherfucker before he gets there.”

He was right, but I wasn’t sure I could stop myself. “Make it fucking quick.”