ALEX
He stumbled back a step, his limping more noticeable this time, eyes flicking nervously to the metal rod clutched tightly in my hand.
“Don’t you dare swing that at me!” he shouted, his hands half-raised in a weak attempt at defense. “Don’t think for a second that just because I let the last incident slide, I won’t drag you to court if you lay a finger on me again.”
I tightened my grip on the rod, my anger burning hotter with every word he spat.
“Then you’d better prepare yourself,” I hissed, stepping forward. “Because if I go jail, you’re going to be seated right next to me. I’ll make sure of it.”
He flinched, desperation flashing across his face. “Yes, I know!” he blurted out, almost pleading. “I know I shouldn’t have done that to Bella. I shouldn’t have bruised her. I regret it
