John stared at them for a long moment, as nobody moved or did anything. Then, with a snarl, he knocked the food out of Tuck's hand so it splattered against the bars and fell to the floor. "Just remember that YOU are in HERE, and I am NOT, you little swine! Remember who is in charge here! ME!! And you-" he spat, jabbing a finger at Will, "if you want any hope of seeing your pretty little daughter ever again, you better rethink your attitude."
Will sprang to his feet, fists clenched. "You lay a single finger on her-"
"Ah, here they come, the empty threats," John replied, regaining a little of his equilibrium. "What are you going to do from in there? Nothing."
Will ground his teeth at John, and then looked at Tuck, furious and hurt, but he just prayed that Tuck still had some principles left and would keep Evie safe.