He had been so proud when Laureline had presented him with first Jordan, and then Hadyn. Two sons, and two sons who looked so much like him - though Hadyn had always had more of his mother in him. He'd always been more French than Slovenian.
More hers than his.
"I've paid for your entire fucking life, you piece of shit faggot!" His voice rose now, and he stalked closer. He didn't care if Jordan could here; a part of him rationalized that Jordan wouldn't dare gainsay him. "Your university, your medical school, this fucking apartment. I paid for all of it. And you're thanking me by being a disgrace. A pervert. A nothing."
He was close then, he'd stalked closer faster than Hadyn could maneuver away, and he reached out as if to shake his son. But instead his hands wrapped around Hadyn's throat. He began to squeeze and shakehis nothing of a son, shouting more. Shouting so much that he didn't hear the door down the hall slam open, and he didn't hear the pound of footsteps coming towards them.
"Prestať," Jordan said, his voice rising in a panic he hadn't felt in years as he saw his father and brother. Hadyn was turning nearly purple and he rushed closer. "Stop it, let him go."
Dominic wasn't stopping, though, and Jordan felt his own rage rising. It was the temper that scared him away from any relationships, but right now it gave him the strength to pull his father off Hadyn and step between him.
"You don't touch him anymore," he said as Dominic stumbled back. He sent a fist into his father's solar plexus, and Dominic slammed against the wall. "You don't get to touch either of us anymore. Do you fucking understand me?"
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More hers than his.
"I've paid for your entire fucking life, you piece of shit faggot!" His voice rose now, and he stalked closer. He didn't care if Jordan could here; a part of him rationalized that Jordan wouldn't dare gainsay him. "Your university, your medical school, this fucking apartment. I paid for all of it. And you're thanking me by being a disgrace. A pervert. A nothing."
He was close then, he'd stalked closer faster than Hadyn could maneuver away, and he reached out as if to shake his son. But instead his hands wrapped around Hadyn's throat. He began to squeeze and shakehis nothing of a son, shouting more. Shouting so much that he didn't hear the door down the hall slam open, and he didn't hear the pound of footsteps coming towards them.
"Prestať," Jordan said, his voice rising in a panic he hadn't felt in years as he saw his father and brother. Hadyn was turning nearly purple and he rushed closer. "Stop it, let him go."
Dominic wasn't stopping, though, and Jordan felt his own rage rising. It was the temper that scared him away from any relationships, but right now it gave him the strength to pull his father off Hadyn and step between him.
"You don't touch him anymore," he said as Dominic stumbled back. He sent a fist into his father's solar plexus, and Dominic slammed against the wall. "You don't get to touch either of us anymore. Do you fucking understand me?"