“What’s up with her knee, though?” “Why the fuck have you been looking at her knee?” I rip my gaze away from her to glare at my nephew. “It’s innocent, Uncle.” “Innocent or not, do not look at her. That applies to you, too, Aiden.” My son lifts his shoulder. “I don’t take orders, Jonathan.” “Well, you will now. Is that understood?” “Does that mean you’ll beat him up? Can I watch? Or maybe participate?” Levi’s gaze sparks. Aiden flips him off discreetly, but I see it.
