"It's not a fucking threat," Brad answered immediately and shoved a hand through his hair. "Like anyone that's ever seen the two of you together fucking believes that load of shit." His eyes narrowed and his jaws clenched. Why wouldn't he just own up to it?
"Don't you fucking get it? I don't give a shit what you think. She was mine until you came along." He had her perfectly under his thumb, or at least he was working on it. He was a hell of a lot further with her than he was now.
Brad couldn't stop himself. Before he knew it, he moved forward quickly and threw a punch at Marc in an attempt to punch him in the face. "Yes you will, fucker!" He screamed in anger. "Stay the fuck away from Ruby!"