“Call them in,” Arius insisted. “Before they walk away.”
The handle of the front door rattled in its setting. The front door began to open.
Gavin shook his head. “Arius, I don’t want to lose him. I don’t want you to hurt him and I definitely don’t want you to kill him. But if you think that I would let you kill those men in his place, then you’re a fucking idiot.”
He spat the last two words and before Arius could react to what he was saying, Gavin snatched a picture off the coffee table. Their ‘wedding’ picture—Matthew had moved it there when the glass had been broken out of it after his confrontation with Randy at the front door—and threw it, Frisbee style, at Arius’s head. He threw it with everything he had. Matthew could see that in the way Gavin’s muscles bunched and tensed. In the way Gavin’s teeth were bared and his forehead creased. It was a breathtaking sight.