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background noise to the man’s grunts as I punch his perfectly smug face as I ride his body to the floor.
    Ava’s voice warble s in fear, but the words wash over me. Everything narrows down to the whisky eyes blazing back at me from the bronze skin of Marc’s face. His eye blackens before my sight- a mix of fury and something hotter wages within their fiery depths. Shame slams into me and wars with the rage bubbling beneath the surface.
    “Are you feeling better now, Cortez?” Marcus’ velvet voice rubs me the wrong way and my elbow snaps back, readying to throw another punch. Hands pull me from my crouch over the fallen man. I struggle and can’t get back to where I need to be. I scream inside and out in frustration.
    “Calm down,” Ezra’s voice commands me. I freeze up at the tone. I struggle under the need to obey. I hate obeying even when it’s the right thing to do. I blink away the need to heel to Ezra’s commanding tone. I pull away and try to get back to Marcus. I need… I need… I don’t know what the fuck I need… but I want it, and I want it now. I scream again in frustration.
    Ezra’s arms wrap around my chest from behind, but he can’t contain me. It’s not because of my immense strength, it’s the unbridled rage that resides within that makes me extra powerful. I may have a good thirty pounds on Ezra, most of it chub when he is all lean muscle. Damned desk job! I need to hit the gym. My lack of fuckage has made me soft.
    Niel steps in fr ont of me and pushes me back with just a firm fingertip to the center of my chest. Niel is bigger than me, a whole helluva lot bigger, and taller. I growl deep from my chest because my daughter’s boyfriend can take me, and the little shit is only fifteen. The youngest Daniel Whittenhower is like Howdy Doody on steroids. His large green eyes are bright and shiny with excitement. He doesn’t hold my attention for long before my eyes dart to Marc.
    Marcus slowly rises from the floor, like a phoenix from the fires, dusting his clothing off that is littered with food and debris. He calmly turns without a word and walks from the dining room, and out the terrace doors. I watch as Marc’s back walks away from me, and I scream again in confusion. I feel insane and I can’t put what I need into words.
    “Let me go. I’m fine.” I say , and even I can hear the lie threading my voice.
    “No, you’ll go after Pop,” Ava’s voice quivers in fear, but it’ s fear for me. Ava knows her grandfather can kick her Daddy’s ass without breaking a sweat.
    I look to my family. Ezra had let go of me when Niel blocked my exit. Ezra and Katya stand side-by-side with resigned expressions on their faces. They expect no less or no more from me, and it thoroughly kills me. Diane is still seated at the table, privately smirking into her wine glass. I hate Diane at this moment, but one doesn’t attack their mother-in-law, at least not while their spouse can see. Only the kids give a shit. Ava is freaking out, and I feel badly about her stress. I want to comfort my daughter, but I don’t know how because what I need to do is outside the terrace doors- waiting for me.
    Niel blocks my path and I need him to move. Since I can’t physically move him I use another tactic. “Daniel, Ava is very upset. Can you please comfort her?” Niel’s green eyes dart between his girlfriend and me. I calmly stand, not projecting my intent.
    “Are you alright? You’re not going after Marcus, are you?” Niel naively asks. Seriously, in the house of chaos he’s grown up in, he should know better than to believe a word from anyone’s mouth. 
    “No, I’m just going to go lie down. Really, I’m fine.” I calmly say, and I notice Ezra and Kat shake their heads at that in defeat and disbelief. I’m glad the kid didn’t see them. I am surprised that they don’t seem to give a shit what I do. It worries me, but not as nearly much as my driving force.
    “Don’t do anything stupid, s