(Arthur’s POV)
I stand at my full height inside the threshold, towering over Landon and Brianna with a deadpan stare locked firmly on Landon.
Landon briefly flips through the folder and then closes it. “What power do you have to force us into allowing our son to be part of a wedding between strangers?” Landon asks incredulously.
I regard him coolly as he speaks, patiently waiting for my turn. “Landon,” I say with a humorless smile, “We’re both men here. So, let’s discuss business like men, shall we?”
He scoffs.
“Alright,” I smirk. “Man to boy, it is.”
“How f*****g dare you show up in my territory at my pack house door and speak to me this way!” Landon shouts.
Leaning forward into his face, I smirk again. “I dare because I can. This might be your pack house in your territory
