Tim's frustration finally boiled over. "You think you can waltz in here and take what you want?" he spat, slamming his glass onto the table. "You're nothing but a leech, Jason. A parasite."
Jason's expression darkened, his voice dropping to a menacing whisper. "Careful, Tim. Parasites can be deadly when provoked. And we both know who the true leeches are… who were the ones who stole away the fortune in my family."
The tension reached its breaking point as Tim lunged at Jason, possibly being spurred on by the big burly guys who were standing all around as his support. His bulky frame moved with surprising speed. Emily gasped, her hands flying to her mouth as chaos erupted. But Jason was ready.
With a swift, calculated move, he sidestepped Tim's attack, his hand shooting out to grab his cousin by the collar. Jason's eyes burned with a cold, unyielding fire as he leaned in close.
"You've had your fun, Tim," he hissed. "But now it's my turn."