Karl was the first to erupt, his fist slamming against the armrest of the chair so hard that Milo flinched. His face burned with fury as he nearly leapt to his feet. "How dare you!!" His voice shook with anger, but Julian grabbed his wrist again, struggling to keep him back, though his own face was red with rage.
Adrian's calm snapped as well, his chair screeching against the floor as he stood. His eyes blazed, his voice low and cutting. "You think you can come into our house and talk about her like that? Do you want me to break your teeth where you sit?"
Milo, innocent and usually soft, looked ready to cry, his cheeks puffed red. He stepped closer to Ruby protectively. "Wife is ours," he said stubbornly, his voice shaking but firm. "Not yours. Never yours."
Ruby finally found her voice, her tone sharp as she looked straight at Fat Louis. "Enough," she said, her eyes dark with anger. "Whatever foolish thoughts you had, you should erase them now."
