Silver turns to him and—I don’t scare easily but this guy genuinely gives me pause when he’s mad—points a finger. “Tell me again how to handle my daughter.”
Tex knows when he’s overstepped and holds up his hands placatingly. “I just mean, if we kept her in the fold, no one would dare touch her.”
Silver doesn’t move. “I’m not telling her where to live or who to marry.”
“So, you’re going to let her get with some punk bodyguard?” He jerks a thumb in my direction.
I meet Rage’s eyes.
Did he just call me a punk?
“Last I checked, she’s not engaged to anyone.”
“You think she’s not spreading her legs for this guy?” There he goes with the thumb in my direction again.
But this time I move before he can say anything else, stopping when my face is a millimeter from his. “What the fuck did you just say?”
Tex puts his hands on my chest and shoves. Except it takes more than some biker asshole to move me.
“Don’t do that,” I say in the most reasonable voice I can manage. Tex has no idea who he’s messing with if he thinks he can talk about Allora like that.
“Or what?” Tex taunts.
He definitely has balls.
Too bad I’m going to shove them down his throat in a minute.
“You keep her name out of your mouth,” I say.
“Grim.” Daniil calls my name but I ignore him.
“Who’s gonna make me?” Tex takes a swing but I sidestep it and arch a brow.
“Really? You want to do this?”
“Fuck you.” He swings again, and I catch his fist in my hand, effectively stopping him from moving.
“God dammit.” Tex puts his head down and drives his shoulder into my chest, pushing me back a few feet, but I allow it just so I can get my balance. Then, before he can take anotherswing, I grab him by the arm, twist it behind his back and put pressure in just the right spot as I slam him against the wall.
“We done?” I ask calmly. “Because I’m about to dislocate your shoulder.”
“Grim.” Daniil’s voice is louder now.
“Fuck!” Tex yelps as I add just a touch of pressure.
Ireallywant to hurt him.
“All right, that’s enough.” Silver’s voice isn’t menacing or even imposing. It’s just a quiet, simple command, announcing that play time is over.
I release Tex but whip him around so I can look into his face. “You ever talk about Allora disrespectfully again, I won’t hesitate to break both your arms. You understand me?”
“Fuck you.” He rubs his shoulder, glaring.
I turn and look at Silver. “He’s not going to talk about her like that.”
“Agreed.” Silver looks at Tex. “You ever talk about my daughter in that tone of voice again, you won’t have to worry about him—you’ll answer to me.”
“She doesn’t know what’s good for her,” Tex grunts. “Someone has to show her what?—”
