“Dad, stop!” Jace ordered, bracing himself against his father's shoulder. “I'm not letting you turn this into something worse.”
Declan struggled against his sons' hold, his eyes fixed on Victor.
“Get out of my way, Jace. That bastard came into my home and threatened my family. He thinks he can use Sage's brother to force her into doing whatever he wants, and I'm supposed to stand here listening to him?”
“I understand why you're angry, Dad, but you need to calm down before this goes too far,” Jace replied. “Let us handle this without giving him another excuse to threaten you.”
Mason held Declan's other arm, his expression grim. Cole stood in front of Victor, his fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles had turned white.
“I'm sorry,” Cole said coldly, looking directly at Victor, “...
