NIA'S POV
“You better run away while you can, Julius fuckface,” Dalton bellowed and extended a hand that blocked my path. He turned to me. His blue eyes sharpened like a glass as he stared at me with an intensity that could slit my skin in the most painful way. He advanced, and I recoiled until I was backed against the wall, caging me between his two large hands.
Blood pounded between my ears as my heart rate picked up. While Julius staggered to his feet on the porch outside.
Wiping blood from his mouth, Julius snickered at me. He gave me a wink that confused me as he re-entered the house.
Julius reiterated, “It's time for Nia to come with me.”
Dalton glared at me for a few seconds before swiveling his attention to the other party. “You think this old man is better than me? What is
