Marcus's POV
I crouched down and yanked the rag from Doyle's mouth, maintaining a calculated distance. His response was predictable a glob of saliva launched in my direction. I sidestepped it with practiced ease, my expression unchanged while disgust and cold fury bubbled beneath the surface.
Peter's reaction was immediate. He rushed forward and stomped his foot onto Doyle's face, grinding down with barely restrained rage.
"Trust me, I'll kill you," Doyle growled, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth. His eyes burned with hatred, voice distorted by pain but unmistakably threatening. "Unless you kill me today, I'll murder your entire family."
I stared down at him, murderous intent rising within me while maintaining my glacial exterior. Peter increased the pressure of his foot, his voice dropping to match the temperature of my gaze.
"Family is off-limits, Doyle. You want to break the rules?"
