C71 Desperate Madeline
Finnegan's brow furrowed as he delivered a swift kick to Stetson, his voice laced with contempt. "How dare you raise your voice to my woman?"
"I'm so sorry, Young Master Calderon, so sorry..." Stetson stammered, bowing and scraping as he apologized.
"Get out!" Finnegan commanded with a cold snort.
"I'm on my way out. Enjoy your evening, Young Master Calderon," Stetson said