DOUGLAS's POV

"Mike, don't fucking give me that, okay? Don't do that, I hate it whenever you target my brothers.."

He quickly stood up from his chair and sat next to me.

"Hey, Hey, I am sorry, okay? Hey, I didn't do anything, he targeted me, you saw it, everyone in here saw it.. Doug.."

He touched my hand but I pushed his away.

"Don't you fucking dare.. I want to have a word with you as a client so go back to your seat, please."

He stared at me, smirked then walked back to his seat.

Ah, okay, I ...