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Marshall turned around the room, staring at the other men, then stopping on Hazel’s face.

“Oh, don’t leave me out. I’m his mother. You can be damn sure I’d kick his ass if he touched her.”

“They can’t give you what I can,” he ground out, attempting to ignore the frightening and very attractive woman. “Money. Title. You need this.”

“No. You and my mother need it. I do not,” she said calmly.

“Before you continue to make a fool of yourself,” smirked Brix. “I should let you know that we’ve done a background check on you, Marshall old boy. You see, I know what’s in your bank account. It’s impressive. Truly it is.”

Marshall smiled at the men, straightening somewhat. Then Brix took a step toward him, satisfied that it caused him to shrink back.

“But let me be very clear. My bank account. Not my family’s, not my father’s, not my mother’s. Mine. Is more than fifteen times what yours is. Now, I don’t usually speak of money because it’s not polite conversation. But since you’re soooo concerned with Daphne’s financial well-being, I wanted to lay your fears to rest.”

“Fifteen… That’s not possible,” he said, puffing out his chest and lifting his chin.

“Don’t insult me, little man. I could remove you from this earth, and no one would give a damn. No one.” Daphne eyed him, still clinging to Brix’s hand.

“Why are you doing this? You didn’t give a damn about me when our marriage was annulled. You and my mother concocted our marriage. Why? What do you two have going on?”

“I-I don’t know what you mean,” he stammered. “I haven’t seen your mother in ages.”

“You’re lying. You were never very good at it, Marshall. In fact, you were terrible at it. What is it you want?”

“Nothing. I only was hoping we could rekindle our love. You marrying this horrible American…” Tiger took two quick steps toward him, and Zulu held him back.

“Careful, little man. My son is hard to control sometimes. I might not be able to hold him back.”

“You’ve made a terrible mistake, Daphne. Your mother was right. You’ve gone mad. Marrying into this family of thugs and criminals!”

“That’s it!” yelled Gabi. She took three big steps and swung her leg back, driving it forward into the man’s groin. The men all groaned, grabbing their crotches as the women laughed.

“If you ever speak to my granddaughter-in-law like that again or speak of my family like that again, I will end your life. And I’m a surgeon,” she smiled. “I know exactly how to do it.”

“I’ll report you to the police!” he screamed, gasping for breath.

“Oh, please. Please do,” said Brix. “We’d love to tell them how you violated your restraining order. Threatened my wife. Threw slanderous terms at my family and, if I’m not mistaken, spoke in a manner unbecoming of a man in your position.”

Marshall was literally shaking with fear and pain. Finally able to breathe, he stood up straight, staring at the room of giants and Amazons. The women were quite beautiful, and in other circumstances, he would have propositioned them all.

“You will regret this, Daphne.”

“No. What I regret is listening to my mother and marrying you in the first place. Whatever twisted plot you and my mother have, forget it. She’s likely to get you killed, Marshall.”

“Time to leave,” said Sebastian, gripping his arm. He let out a girlish squeal, and the others could only chuckle. “I’m barely touching the man.”

“Leave my property, Marshall,” said Heath. “You’re not welcome here.” He huffed his way to the door, turning with an heir of superiority.

“As if I’d ever touch anything that you and that faggot of yours touched.”

“That’s it!” Hazel took off after the fat squat man as he ran toward his car. As he spun his tires, gravel flew everywhere, scratching and dinging his precious red paint of the Aston Martin.

The others stood at the door, watching as he drove away. Hazel turned to her daughter-in-law and smiled.

“Honey, things are rotten in Denmark. And here.”

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Over the next few days, Daphne took the family around their small village and further into London, visiting all the haunts from her younger days. Most of them had been to London many times, but never had the time or inclination to spend time relaxing as tourists.

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