“That one,” Devyn answers, pointing to the little punk.
Zar comes into my view as he walks over to a scared Tristan who has tears in his eyes. “What did you call my little sister?”
Just like most bullies, he’s clammed up, unable to open his fucking mouth when confronted. Tristan shakes his head from side to side.
“He called me a ‘darkie’ and his father was going to call me a ‘little black’ something before Alistair stopped him,” Devyn informs.
Zar’s face warps into anger as he glares between Tristan and Sal. He stalks over to where I have Sal, then bends down and whispers, “Motherfucker, have you lost your mind? You better be glad there are kids standing around or else I’d cut your fucking tongue out!” Sal starts to shake with fear.
“What’s going on here,” the principal, Mr. Cason asks, walking up with two security guards behind him.
“Let him go, Alistair,” Zar murmurs as he rises with his gaze still locked on Sal.
“Not until he and his son apologize to Devyn,” I growl, applying more pressure to Sal’s wrist. He groans in pain.
“Mr. Kourakos, please release Mr. Buckner,” Mr. Cason pleads.
“I will once they apologize. For the amount of money I'm paying for my sister to go to school here, she shouldn’t have to put up with being bullied or called anything other than her name,” I state glaring at him.
“We apologize, we apologize,” Sal concedes. I give his wrist one last twist before thrusting it at him.
I scan everyone standing around, then stop at Principal Cason. “Let me make this very clear, if anyone threatens or disrespects my little sister again, I will be back. I don’t fancy bullies and like to put them in their place.” My eyes fall to Sal, who’s still down on one knee. “Let’s go Devyn.” I hold out my hand to her. When Devyn takes it, she, Zar, Xander, and I leave the crowd standing there with shocked expressions. Fuck ‘em. I bet no one will try to pick on her again.