Aiden, the big bully

"Are the nightdresses to your liking?" 

Siren's face flushed crimson with anger as she fired back a furious response.

"Is that even considered a dress?" Her retort came swiftly, laden with indignation.

Almost immediately, Raven's reply flashed across her screen, as if he had been eagerly awaiting her reaction.

"Why? I quite like it," he teased in response.

Siren scowled at her phone, swiftly typing her reply. "If you like it, wear it yourself."

With a frustrated huff, she closed her phone and stowed it back into her pocket.

On the other side, Raven glanced at his phone and burst into laughter. The men in the basement were shuddered by the unexpected sight.

Hardin, who had been munching on his third packet of chips, looked at his friend skeptically. He silently wiggled his chair away from him, as if to prevent whatever ghost possessed his friend from transferring to him.

In the Imperial Academy, the fourth grade students were gathered in the ground to play dodgeball. Aiden, clad in his white and blue sports attire, stroll casually to the chosen side of the court to take his position.

Under Siren's meticulous care, the swelling on his cheeks had completely subsided, and his torn lips had healed.

The boys and girls mingled and separated into two groups, each facing the other. Ever since Jason got expelled, his cronies lacked the guts to confront Aiden, opting to keep their distance instead. 

But now, across the field, a trio of boys shot menacing glares at Aiden, but he paid no heed to them and casually stood with his hands tucked inside his pockets. As the teacher's whistle blew, the ball zipped back and forth, students dodging to evade it.

When the ball landed in Archie's hands, a lackey of Jason's, he hurled it at Aiden with all his might. Aiden effortlessly caught it, seemingly unaffected. Shock registered on Archie's face, but before he could recover, a ball smacked him squarely in the nose, sending a searing pain through him.

Clutching his throbbing nose, Archie began to cry out in pain. The teacher swiftly instructed him to make his way to the academy's infirmary for treatment. With a stern tone, the teacher cautioned the students to remain focused on the game.

As the game continued, Aiden retaliated by targeting those who had mocked him on that day. However, instead of inflicting physical harm, he aimed the ball at them, causing them to cry out in agony from the impact.

Once the game ended, Aiden idly spun the ball with his forefinger before striding over to where the boys lay groaning in pain on the ground. With a smug expression, he looked down at them and mocked them.

"Don't your mother and your uncles never take you to the hotdog stall on Maple Street? See you're all too weak for even a little rough play," Aiden taunted with a smirk, before sauntering back to the dressing room to change into his uniform.

The boys exchanged confused glances, utterly baffled by Aiden's remark.

"What does going to a hot dog stall have to do with them being weak" but they are unable to retort due to their pain and discomfort. They remain on the ground, unable to muster a single response.

When evening came, Aiden eagerly dashed towards the gate, excited to see his mother. However, instead of her, he found his silver head uncle Sam waiting for him with his stunning race car. 

Though momentarily disappointed, Aiden's spirits lifted upon seeing his new uncle. With joy, he hurried towards Sam. Seeing his nephew approach, Sam grinned and took his backpack in one hand, lifting Aiden with the other.

"Did you have fun in school today, little guy?" Sam asked Aiden as he settled him into the front seat and fastened his seatbelt.

"Hmm, so much fun, Uncle Sam!" Aiden replied enthusiastically, then he inquired about his mother's whereabouts.

"Your mother went with Alex to meet an important client. So I came here to pick you up. Tell me, where do you want to go?" Sam explained.

"Hmm... What does Uncle do in his free time?" Aiden questioned him in return.

"Me?" Sam pointed at himself, uncertain. "Mm. Yes," Aiden nodded in confirmation.

"Well..." Sam paused, considering his options. He didn't really have any hobbies other than fucking with Ruth, but it wasn't appropriate to mention that to the child. After a moment of thought, he came up with an idea.

Sam grinned and said, "We're going to Ruth's favourite place. But promise me you won't mention this to your mother or anyone," extending his pinky finger for a promise.

Aiden looked at the pinky finger, finding it a bit silly, but obediently wrapped his finger around Sam's and sealed the promise.

After a fifteen-minute drive, Sam parked his car in front of the famous club in Worcester city. Aiden's eyes widened as he saw the signboard of the place. Soon, his eyes sparkled with interest, and he turned to look at his uncle, who grinned mischievously at him.

"You're awesome, Uncle Sam!" Aiden exclaimed joyfully, praising his uncle.

Aiden had always wanted to visit this type of place, but his father had refused, saying he was too young for such activities.

Sam led his young nephew to the privileged area inside the club, using Ruth's membership card for access. Once they entered the private room, Aiden's eyes widened with excitement as he saw multiple round targets in red and white attached to the wall, and an array of guns neatly placed at the side.

"Shall we?" Sam said, wearing the safety gear and eye protection as he positioned himself in the shooting range.