Dominic's eyes cut over Hadyn, and he went very still in a way both of his sons had learned long ago spelled trouble. "That is very clear, you worthless piece of shit," he said. He wasn't raising his voice, not yet. He was too cognizant of the fact that Jordan had not yet left for work. His oldest had always been too over-protective of his younger brother. It was, Dominic thought now as he had thought before, the boy's largest flaw. If Jordan hadn't been so soft on Hadyn, perhaps he could have been salvaged.

Now? Now he was one of....those. They would have beaten him to death back home, and it would have been exactly what he deserved for this kind of abomination. "I can barely believe you are a son of mine," he growled.