The instant he noticed me standing beside the ropes, a smug grin spread across his face. “Well, look who finally showed up. The old man actually made it here. Daddy came to check on me?”
His coach was enormous, with tattoos running all the way up his neck. He looked me over from head to toe, taking in my gray beard, faded flannel, and completely ordinary middle-aged appearance before bursting into laughter. “So what’s the plan, Grandpa? You gonna ground him for a week?”
I kept my voice steady. Calm. Controlled. “You put your hands on my daughter.”
Dustin climbed out of the cage and stepped so close that his face was inches from mine. “She’s a clumsy bitch,” he sneered. “She knew some washed-up old man like you couldn’t protect her. Somebody had to teach her a little respect.”
Then he gave the slightest nod.
Four heavyweight fighters immediately moved in, surrounding me from every side.
