Victor's hand shot out, grasping Darren's collar in an iron grip. With a strength that belied his lean frame, Victor lifted Darren off his feet, slamming him against the nearest wall. The impact knocked the wind out of Darren, his eyes widening in shock and fear.
Darren, caught completely off guard by this turn of events, sputtered indignantly. "Oi! What's the big idea? Who the hell do you think you are?"
Victor's eyes blazed with a fury that made even Darren's henchmen take a step back. His voice was low, dangerous, barely above a whisper but somehow filling the entire room. "I'm the man who's going to make you regret ever setting foot in this place."
Darren, still dangling inches off the ground, tried to regain his composure. He'd never seen this well-dressed stranger before, and in his arrogance, he assumed Victor must be some wealthy donor who'd taken offence at their intrusion.
