"I'll teach you!" he growled, angrier over the fact that Alex was fighting back. He'd never done that before. His boy had never raised a hand against him. He couldn't let him continue this violent defiance. Richard had to teach him his place once and for all.<br/><br/>But he heard another voice in the room and froze. Alex did, too. Was that him? The other man who Alex wanted to run away with? He glanced back and didn't know what to think at first. This guy wasn't that much bigger than Alex was, and he was almost as pretty. He'd beat the shit out of the guy and deal with his son later... Only the presence of that gun put a distinct link in his plans.<br/><br/>"Okay. Just... Hold on a damned minute here," he forced out, the blood draining from his face. Would this idiot really shoot him? Over Alex? "You don't want to do this."<br/><br/>"Oh, I<i>really</i>do," Andreas countered quickly.<br/><br/>"The boy is used up. Damaged goods," Richard tried to insist. "Why would you want him?"<br/><br/>"I'm about done listening to the shit pouring out of your mouth," Andreas said, that cold air never leaving him. He pulled the trigger and took out the man's knee, sending him to the ground with a shout of pain. "Alex... Can you hear me? Are you alright?"