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 He wasn't given a little space to breathe let alone reply before he felt Darin's fist hit his stomach, he groaned aloud, gripping his stomach in pain as Darin's fist pulled away from his stomach. He could feel the blood rising to his mouth. No one had ever punched him that hard. Needless to say he wasn't expecting it. It could be another genetic trait the Atkins carried. "You hurt her or let anything happen to her and I promise you, that face you never let anyone hit. I would hit you so hard you'll be bleeding from all corners. How's that for expression?" Darin spoke while Tom coughed, unable to look up, still gripping his stomach with goosebumps trailing his arms.

   In the space of a deep breath Darin was gone. "His actual threats leave you having nightmares." He said in a strained whisper. He reached for the wall and stood himself up. His plan was useless, instead he ended up getting punched by the devil. A warning