WARNING: THIS NEXT SCENE MIGHT PORTRAY ASSUALT LIKE CASE AND DUB CON. THREAD WITH CARE, PLEASE.
RAVEN:
“Dante…” I begin, but he lunges forward and grabs Grant by the collar.
“You little…” he yells, but Grant cuts him off.
“Mr. Salvatore, I swear I wasn’t disrespecting her. I… I was going to ask you to give me permission to be with her,” he says, stuttering, and Dante’s face contorts with anger.
Then he lets out a chuckle.
“You were going to seek permission to be with my wife?” he asks, and Grant’s eyes widen in shock while I look away.
“What?” he asks, turning to face me.
I am too ashamed to look at him.
“I… I sw… swear. I didn’t know she was your wife. Tamara said she was her cousin. It was never my intention, and I would never…”
“Silence!” Dante yells.
The veins around his nec
