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balled. It would’ve been gallant if not for the fact his stance would definitely add fuel to the fire.  Afia gestured in the negative.
     
    “Sam, I’m fine. I’ll take care of this.”
     
    He breathed heavily, as adrenaline pumped through him. Never one to back down from a fight, he would very gladly put Rayan back in his place if Afia let him. He faced the approaching young man, shoulders squared. Afia put a gentle hand on his wrist, and Sam looked down at her, realizing she was getting upset. He took her hand in his and squeezed. She smiled shakily, gratefully. “I’ve got to diffuse the situation before anything gets out of hand. If you want to help me, stay cool. Do you understand?”
     
    “Afia!” Rayan shouted her name furiously. He stepped closer, feet spread, and steadied himself. Rayan fumed and Sam bristled, but he held himself in check. Afia desperately stepped between the two men who stared at each other with unwavering eyes. She put a hand to Sam’s chest, and he backed down, but Rayan grabbed her by the other hand and pulled her away from Sam.
     
    “Don’t you dare hurt her!” Sam growled, menacingly.
     
    “Hurt her? I’m trying to keep her safe from the likes of you! You think I don’t know what you’re up to, infidel? I know what you want from my sister, and I won’t stand idly by and let you destroy her rep-reputation,” Rayan slurred. He wiped a thin stream of spittle from his mouth that had escaped with his outburst and pointed a shaky accusatory finger at Afia. “And, you! You gave me your word, you liar. You’ve continued to see him.”
     
    “I haven’t, Rayan. I swear; I have not. We ran into each other here. Rayan, please!” Afia clutched at the collar of her brother’s shirt and tried to drag him away. “Let’s go somewhere we can talk. I can explain.”
     
    “Why are you here in the first place? More lies, lies, lies! I will never trust you again, jende ! Harlot! I should’ve followed my first instinct and made your transgressions known, but no! I gave you the chance to redeem yourself. You are a weak woman and a schemer. This time I will tell Maman and Baba…after I teach this insolent dool what we do to bastards like him for defiling our women!”
     
    A switchblade materialized in his unsteady hand. Afia let out a sharp sound of stunned disbelief. Rayan breathed through his mouth, appearing more focused the angrier he got. He blinked, and his blurred vision cleared.
     
    “Put down your toy, Rayan. I’m not fighting you,” Sam sighed. Judging by the stench of liquor roiling off the man, Sam could take him out without breaking a sweat. Rayan was drunk, and the alcohol was making him brave but stupid. Sam was twice his size, in better shape and completely sober. Plus, Sam had a pistol in the holster at his hip, a knife in the top of his boots, and brass knuckles in his back pocket. All that was on top of years and years of fist fights and bar brawls. The idiot didn’t stand a chance.
     
    Sam held up his hands and took another step back. “You don’t have a right to control Afia anymore, Rayan. And, how do you get off calling her names but jeer at me as if I’ve disrespected her in some way? How fucking hypocritical. Let her decide. Afia?” His blue eyes flew to her face. She shook her head subtly, and Sam bit back a frustrated retort. He had been about to ask her to choose whether she wanted to come with him or go with her brother, but he saw the decision in her defeated expression.
     
    “Sam, I need to take my brother home. He can’t drive like this.”
     
    As much as it galled him, Sam nodded understanding. Maybe it wasn’t the time. Her brother was clearly in no state for debate or driving. He conceded to Afia’s wisdom on the situation—despite the fact he wanted to break Rayan’s smug face just for the audacity of trying to step to him. That didn’t include what he wanted to do to the man for causing Afia distress.
     
    Rayan chuckled dryly,