This chapter is dedicated to Linn_Thulin. Hey Linn, thanks for the golden ticket love. ლ(^o^ლ)
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"Penelope is married to the madman."
Darlington's voice was casual, like he was announcing the weather.
Barry froze. His jaw dropped.
No. No, no, no. He didn't hear that right.
"What the actual fuck did you just say?"
In one swift motion, Barry grabbed the old man by the collar, yanking him forward.
"Don't mess with me, old man. I don't care if you're an Adkins or the damn king of Mars. This isn't your world anymore. Don't try to drag my niece into it."
Barry's chest rose and fell, his face red with rage. It was already bad enough they had to tolerate Osvaldo's presence last night, but this? Marriage?
No. Freaking. Way.
Darlington didn't flinch. He calmly raised an eyebrow.
"Why would I joke about something like that?" he said. "We came with her, right? She's been married to my grandson for months now."
Barry shoved him back, making the old man stumble.
