You don’t even fucking think about her. If you do, I’ll break every fucking bone in your body until your own mother won’t recognize you. Understand?” Beads of crimson dripped from Heath’s chin down his shirt. “You’re out of your mind,” he spat. Despite his bravado, his pupils were the size of quarters. Fear leaked from him, almost as potent as the smell of blood. “I’ll sue you for assault.” Dante’s smile was terrifying in its calmness. “You can try.”
