Damian didn't wait for Lucian's response before twisting his arm further, another sickening crack echoing in the air.
Crescentia gasped, her hands flying to her mouth as she stared at the scene, horror widening her eyes. Lucian let out a strangled cry, his face contorted in agony.
Damian and Lucian were nearly the same height, but Damian had a clear advantage—not just in size but in sheer strength. Even kneeling, Lucian was struggling, and it was obvious he hated how powerless he was in front of the growing audience.
"The fuck! That hurts," Lucian hissed through clenched teeth, attempting to break free. But Damian's grip was relentless, his fingers digging into Lucian's wrist like iron shackles.
A few guests who had been on their way out stopped, their eyes darting toward the commotion, murmuring amongst themselves.
"It should," Damian said through gritted teeth, his voice low and dangerous. "Because you just tried to hit my woman."
