Who in their right mind would dare manhandle his brother like this? And not just anyone—Aron, of all people, the one who had no real connection to their family.
His eyes flickered from Jay's disheveled state to Aron, who stood looming over them, his chest heaving with barely contained rage. Ray's fists clenched, and he took a step forward, ready to intervene, but before he could speak further, Aron's gaze snapped to Jay.
Aron's voice was ice-cold as he growled,
"What the hell have you done, Jay Aron?" The accusation was sharp, cutting through the tension that had filled the room. His eyes were filled with something dark—something none of them had seen in him before.
