Is this a pissing contest or what? Don't fuck with me, you son of a bitch. You'll lose. "She's not in your world."
"She will be." He tells me looking oh, so important in the robe and hat. Is he kidding?
Not if I have anything to say about it asshole.
"How do you figure?" I ask and my animal is bringing this guy's hackles up. Got you there mother fucker.
"She will be my wife." He says to me and he's trying to his best to look menacing. Pussy, I've seen better faces on whores in the street.
"Wrong." I growl getting a look from Imam. It's now or never. I'm letting you know she's off limits.
At this point, he's standing toe to toe with me and I'm not backing down. He looks as if no one's ever done that before and I like seeing him squirm a bit. Big and slow, Salim told me. No problem.
She's mine and that's a fact he'd better get used to. He's looking at the holy man and trying to make him tell me to back down. Fat chance of that happening.
"The council will decide who she is wed to." Imam interrupts. Hey, holy man, it's just us animals here, leave us be. "Gentlemen, let us break the fast and talk of other things."
"What is it worth to you stranger?" It meaning Jack. Everything asshole and you're still not getting the point.
I'm ready to throw down. "You mean what is she worth?" I say through my teeth. My patience is thin at best and the beast wants blood.
Imam is attempting to get in the middle and I shoot him a look that pretty much tells him to back off. There's gonna be a payday on my head again, I can feel it, cause this mother fucker is a dead man.
"You laid your hands on her." I say removing my goggles.
"She is Adeni and I will have her." he says staring me down.
"Wrong answer." I say and walk out before I start sticking him like a pig.