“Leroy,” Aleksander calls, pulling him away from Andrew, who lies collapsed on the ground. “Can you explain what you’re doing?” he asks sternly. “Stop threatening your friends, or you’ll end up with none,” he warns.
Leroy glares at his father. “I was just showing him what I’d do to my future brothers-in-law if they ever hurt one of my sisters. And it doesn’t bother him; look,” he says, pointing to the blond man still suffering on the ground. “He’s not in pain,” Leroy adds, looking up at the man facing him. “What? Is what I’m doing wrong?” he asks in a lower voice, avoiding eye contact.