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“Hey, old man. I’m bringing my girl over to meet mom, and I’d prefer you leave us the fuck alone. But if you decide not to, know this: if you say anything demeaning about her, either to her face, or behind her back, or god forbid you say anything racist, I will not hesitate to kill you.”
A nervous chuckle. “Two, you wouldn’t-“
Reginald is shoved against the wall, an arm underneath his neck, cutting off his air. He can only look at Diego.
Diego took a deep breath and spoke, keeping his voice low so mom wouldn’t hear. “Look into my eyes, old man. Do you see any love in there? Do you see any respect?”
A little shake of the head.
“Yeah. You’re alive because killing you, for some godforsaken reason, would hurt my family. So I don’t kill you. But if you say anything about my girl that’s not glowing praise? I will put a knife between your eyes.”
Diego let him go and walked out, not looking back.