Chapter 122 Daniel And Damon

Tarzan brushed Desmond’s warning aside as if a pesky fly buzzed in his ear. That didn’t bode well for the older man. “Because of you, I’ll be lucky if he comes home at all. When are you going to listen? You’re bad for him. Bad. I’ve said it from the beginning.” He pressed on, turning his wrath away from her and pinning Desmond with a steely-eyed glare.

His words cut deep, but she had learned the hard way that verbal wounds healed. If something happened to Daniel? Nothing would ever be okay again. She raised her gaze, locked eyes with a man she should fear, and demanded an answer.

“Tell me where Daniel and Damon are right now and don’t you dare give me some pompous, high-handed bullshit, old man. I want answers.”

Tarzan swiveled his scowl back her way, a beefy hand poised to give her a taste of his knuckles.

She narrowed her eyes.

God, don’t let Daniel walk in now. He’d end up killing his father.

She braced for impact and dared him with a glare to go through with it. It would hurt, but