That was the final straw. While not a normally violent man, he'd learned from his security the best ways to remove a troublesome customer. He slammed a fist into Yaxley's solar plexus and as he whooped for breath, Will twisted his wand arm up behind his back while he pressed the point of his own wand into Yaxley's adam's apple. As he frog-marched Yaxley toward the door, he growled, "if you ever even try to lay a finger on her, they will never find all the pieces of you. She is my wife. Deal with it."
Trippy very helpfully opened the door so he could toss the blighter out. "Get lost, Yaxley," Will said with patently false cheer in his voice just before the door slammed shut again. "That one is not to set foot in this house again," he instructed Trippy who nodded vigerously.
Will stared at the back of the closed door for the longest time. He was going to have to get word to Adrian about Yaxley's boast. If there was any truth to it... Fuck. They really were going to have to deal with the little shit.