White. Then Black.
It was all Carlton saw as Harry's fist collided with his face. Right where his cheekbone met with his eye socket.
He was going to have one hell of a shiner for a few days. Not that he cared. But damn did it hurt.
"Harry!"
Shocked at his daughter's usage of his first name, the older man turned around to look at her. The only other time she had called him by his given name was when they weren't speaking.
Shit.
"Violet, stay out of this," he told her when he got over the shock.
"Don't you touch him!" Violet warned. She looked over at Carl who had a hand over his eye and was looking pained.
"I'm going to kick his sodding ass into next Tuesday," Harry said and started to wind his fist back again.
"Harrison!" Aiden's voice barked out at him before he could make a conn
