Quentin's hand closed around Connor's throat like a vise. He could barely breathe.Quentin's eyes looked bloodshot and wild as he stared Connor down. "You think just because Christian's your big brother, I won't touch you?"Connor grabbed at the hand, crushing his windpipe, trying desperately to pry Quentin's fingers loose. But they wouldn't budge.When he finally gave up struggling, Connor managed to rasp out, "If you lay a finger on me today, my brother, Julian, and William won't let you get away with it."He showed no remorse. If anything, he sounded more arrogant.That was all Quentin needed to hear. He didn't waste another word. His fist flew.If there was one thing Quentin hated most in life, it was being threatened. The more Connor talked, the more determined Quentin became. He wanted to see exactly what Christian, Julian, and William would do about it.Connor didn't even have time to react before Quentin's fist connected with his face. The blow left him dazed, too stunne
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