His face was ashen, his eyes cold like shards of ice, and his gaze was piercingly cold. His long, slanted eyes were half-squinted, with a dangerous glint flashing beneath them.
His eyes, devoid of warmth, glared fiercely at Knox Simmons, while his hands hung by his sides, clenched into fists with bulging veins.
Knox Simmons and Matthew Saxon had fought many times.
Knox had a sharp tongue; though he always ended up bruised and battered, he constantly sought out trouble.
This time was no different; right before getting hit, he provocatively taunted, "What, you want to fight? Bring it on, do you really think I'm scared of you? Matthew Saxon, let me tell you, I wanted to punch you last night. You acted like less than a human being by leaving your wife out in the cold and hungry in the middle of the night. We need to settle this score properly. Don't bully Scarlett thinking there's no one to stand up for her. I'll beat the hell out of you, you bastard!"
