Kevin Cliff seized the swinging hand with one of his own, his icy gaze piercing the eyes of the other man. He grabbed right at the tips of the man's fingers, applying a bit more force to bend them backward incrementally.
"Ah! It hurts, it hurts… Let go, let go…" the man howled.
"Did your mother teach you to bully another man's wife in public? Get lost!" He released the man, looked down at the woman in his arms, and met her wide-open eyes.
"Who are you?" she blinked and stared at him.
He turned her to face the cars parked outside the hospital, "Pick any you'd like to smash. I'm game for whatever you want to play."
His voice flew low past her ear, laden with innuendo.
The crowd was shocked. The car owners were all present and still, he dared to be this defiant?
Moreover, has anyone ever pampered a woman to this extent? Giving her multimillion-dollar luxury cars to smash for fun?
