Rhys’s POV
This f*****g p***y just couldn’t hold himself.
It was almost as though Silas had taken Nyra’s command to stand down as permission to remind us exactly what kind of drunken fool he truly was.
I took my time in admiring the beautiful work Dante’s fists had done on his face.
From his swollen jaw to his blackened eye and split lip.
This was fine art.
The only problem was that Dante had unfortunately left him conscious enough to keep blabbing.
A tragedy, honestly.
Because every word that had just spilled from this fuckers mouth made my wolf increasingly eager to finish what my brother started.
Perhaps if I’d been the one handling him earlier… I would have applied more pressure to his larynx to avoid messy situations such as this.
His problem was that, he truly did not know
