Dexter raised his hand midair, ready to strike Natasha. However, he forced back the urge to do so.

Never had a woman ever dared to speak to him like that. Had he not had his considerations, he'd have had his way with her.

"Hey, rascal! Who are you to snatch my woman away from me? Do you wish to meet your maker so soon?"

Dexter turned to Dustin and glared at him fiercely.

He could not get rough with Natasha, but it would be easy for him to deal with a little boy toy. As long as he wasn't royalty or part of the four ancient houses, Dexter could do anything he liked to him.

"It's common courtesy to tell the other party your name before asking for theirs," Dustin said casually.

"Hmph! You want to know who I am? Fine! I'll tell you!"

Dexter shot him a vicious glare before saying, "Now, listen up, and listen well! I am Dexter Fallon of the Fallon family, one of the four ancient houses! I'm a Four-star Marshal, and they call me the Black Tornado!"

"Oh? So what?" Dustin responded imp