The Triple Don't: Daniels' Debt
Arnold didn't say a word; he just leveled Parker with a single punch to the jaw.
“Are you insane?” Arnold yelled.
One of the other guys, a blonde named Brett, caught me as I stumbled. “Are you okay, Daniels?” He checked the bruise on my face like it was a crime scene.
“That’s a death sentence,” another guy, Jerald, muttered. “You okay, little Queen?”
“I’m fine,” I managed.
Parker was back on his feet, roaring.
“You just laid hands on a Moretti bride,” Arnold said, his voice cold. “I don't even need to touch you. I’m just going to make sure Nic and Teo get your home address.”
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