“That’s enough!” Jason shouts. “I will not have you disrespect my fiancee!”
“Your fiancee is a tramp,” Alex replies calmly. “And I doubt she has much left to give.”
Snap.
Jason launches across the table.
He punches hard on Alex's face. Alex goes down, barely bracing before Jason’s fists rain down.
Mrs. Ford screams for guards.
Chaos erupts.
Security storms in, hauling Jason off Alex, while he thrashes, spitting threats. Mrs. Ford rushes to him, fussing, asking him if he's ok.
Alex pushes himself up slowly, calm and relaxed. A grin sitting on his face.
Blood coats at the side of his lower lips and he wipes a thumb over it.
“You got me this time, brother.” He says, eyes beaming with amusement.
His gaze darkens. "But wait when I'm done with you.”
“You will do no such thing!” M
