“You sucker.” Blaine did not even hesitate to let the sly bastard have it in the mouth.
“Son of a thief.” He yelled as their guards struggled to pull them apart. “Who said you could talk to me that way.”
Kan spat blood out of his mouth onto Blaine’s powder blue shirt. “Murderer. Dirty murderer and son of a slave.”
“What did you just say?” Blaine shoved his guards off him and pushed forward towards Kan.
Kan laughed with his bloodied mouth. “Your Father was a slave. A stinky little slave who should have quietly taken his pay and not challenged his master.”
Blaine felt his head spinning with rage. He would kill this man. He would kill this man and gladly do the time.
“Do it. I know you want to hit me.” Kan mocked. “I know you family of savages have never been able to control your prima
