"Can you just stop this rubbish?" Orion finally snapped, anger rising sharp and unfiltered in his tone. "Who the hell asks someone a question like this? Holding their neck like you're trying to interrogate me? Is this a question or a fucking threat?"
Desmond's jaw clenched. "Do you think I'm joking here?" he hissed, though the anger in his voice contrasted painfully with the clear worry in his eyes. His hand around Orion's neck wasn't tight....barely applying pressure....just resting there like he was terrified that if he gripped an inch harder, he'd snap Orion's neck by mistake.
Orion scoffed right back at him. "Do you think I'm joking? First Marco is asking me if the baby is his, now you. What business do I have with any of you? Why the hell would you even think the baby belongs to you three? Why would I of all people sleep with any of you?!"
