Thaddeus' POV
I stare at the man that is holding my sister's waist, not realizing that he is about to have the worst pain of his life. I have a neutral face as I look between him and my sister, not caring at all about those around me, knowing that they know of my reputation. The only ones that don't know about it are Rosette, Hank and Rayleigh. While I have no desire to show this side, as it may scare my mate away due to her past, it may be inevitable. There is no way out of the fight that is about to happen.
“Like my granddaughter said,” Hank speaks from beside me. “This may be your funeral, boy.” Some others agree, those that know what may happen in the next few minutes if he still doesn’t back down.
“Do your f*cking worst, Thaddeus,” Amirah snarls at me, showing no fear towards the person I am about to become. That’s right, person.