Remmy.
Ben, of course, chooses this moment to try his hand at being an alpha. “L-listen, buddy: I’m their dad. This is none of your business.”
“I’m making it my business, yebanyy mudak.” He advances towards Ben, who backs into the bricks and shrinks.
I rush to Ruslan’s side. “Ruslan,” I whisper, “Remmy’s here. Across the street.”
His hands stay curled into tight fists, though. He continues to glare at Ben as though he didn’t hear a word I just said.
Ben tries to remain unbothered but the red spots forming across his cheeks are betraying him. “Llisten—”
“No, you listen.” He takes another step forward and I genuinely believe he’s going to beat the s**t out of Ben. “You come within five miles of those kids and I will make your life a living hell. Do you understand?”
Back down, Ben. For
