The guard raised an eyebrow at Max's words. He couldn't believe someone so young would speak to him like that. Usually, his size was enough to persuade people to leave. Drunk customers sometimes needed a rougher approach, but he hadn't expected resistance from these two.
"You've picked the wrong person," Max said.
"Get your hand off him."
Aaron closed his fingers around the guard's wrist, preventing him from moving it.
There had been plenty of occasions when Aaron couldn't stay beside Max. This wasn't one of them. He was standing right there, and he would never forgive himself if he allowed someone to hurt Max in front of him.
"Are you threatening me?" the guard demanded. "Do you know the sort of people who come here? You think I'm some nobody?"
He tried to pull forward, only to discover that his arm wouldn't move.
The guard lifted his leg to kick, but Aaron kicked it straight back down. Before the man could recover, Aaron grabbed his shirt and lifted him.
