"Do you have a death wish?" Adrian asked. He looked really angry "You really think you can step in here, on my family’s estate, and tell me what to do?" He asked.
I didn't flinch. I squared my shoulders. "I’m not here to tell you what to do, I’m here to tell you what’s right. Beating an old man into the ground isn’t strength, it’s just like being a coward." I said to him.
He looked totally angry. "You’ve got guts, I’ll give you that," he said, he stepped more closer "But guts won’t save you when you’re lying in a ditch. Do you even know who you’re talking to?" He asked.
I looked him in his eyes and spoke. "I know exactly who I’m talking to. A man who’s so desperate to prove his power that he thinks stomping on someone weaker makes him strong. But let me tell you something, Adrian—real
