Thomas eyed Nate icily. He remained in his spot as he grabbed one of Nate's wrists with ease.
His eyes narrowed. "Was it this hand? The one you used to touch my sister?"
To Nate, Thomas sounded like a demon who called out to him from behind the gates of hell. Every word struck fear into his soul.
The men that Nate brought with him cowered weakly as they stared at Thomas as if he were the devil incarnate. They couldn't even make a sound.
Crack!
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