Draco smirked, though it didn't reach his eyes. "You've made your point. But don't think for a second this is over."
Jason stepped closer, his voice dropping to a whisper that somehow carried through the room. "I don't think. I act. And that's why I'm standing here while your men are on the floor. Remember that the next time you consider crossing me."
A simple projection of dominance, but it worked in this situation where he was standing over fifty men who were bleeding and bruised on the floor. He had no idea how much his body could take before, but now he knew. It was a lot.
Luckily it seemed these idiots had no guns. And it also seemed like the leader was one of those cautious intelligent types who was all about having people around. His calm tone and measured words created a sense of inevitability, leaving the boss psychologically cornered.
