Aiden's fist cracked against the man's jaw with a sickening thud, but the guy barely flinched. Built like a tank, the man staggered for a moment, then lunged forward, driving his shoulder into Aiden's gut. They crashed into the dresser, sending everything on top tumbling to the floor. The two men grappled, muscles straining, trying to gain control.
"Come on, you bastard," Aiden growled, ducking under a wild punch. His knuckles were already bruising, but the adrenaline surging through him dulled the pain.
The man swung again, this time catching Aiden across the face. The force of the blow sent him reeling backward into the wall. The wind knocked out of him, Aiden barely had time to recover before the man charged again, swinging with reckless abandon. The room was a blur of chaos—fists flying, furniture toppling, glass shattering.
