Chapter forty nine

“What did you say?” Larry asked, not believing his ears.

“You heard her. We want to know about your wife, Naomi’s mother,” Asher said, his voice not at all gentle or respectful.

“You speak to me with respect, boy,” Larry warned.

“You bow when speaking to me,” Asher retaliated.

“Asher,” Irene called, “calm down.”

“Listen,” Larry spoke up, “I don’t know who you are or who you think you are barging into my house and asking me about my late wife. But I think it’s time you leave and you better do that before I call the police.”

Without a word or any movement, Asher was pressing Larry into the sofa with his fingers clutching tightly on his neck. “Tell me what I want to know or it’s snap,” he warned.

“No!” Naomi yelled. It had happened so fast that she could only react now after finding her voice.

Asher’s eyes were pitch black when they looked up at Naomi and Irene and Rasmus knew what was happening immediately. “He hit you,” Asher’s voice was distorted, “let me handle him for you.”

“No,” Na