He didn't make it three steps.
Marco appeared from nowhere, catching Simon by the throat, lifting him off his feet.
"Put me down! I'll call the cops! I'll...."
"You'll what?" Dimitri moved closer, and even Eve could see the rage simmering beneath his calm exterior. "You'll tell the police you broke into your estranged wife's apartment? That you're drunk and belligerent? That you cheated on her repeatedly and now you're harassing her?"
Simon struggled in Marco's grip, his face turning red. "She's mine! You can't have her!"
"Wrong. She was never yours. And now...." Dimitri leaned in, his voice dropping to something cold enough to freeze blood "....she's mine. You come near her again, you call her, you so much as think about her, and I will end you. Do you understand?"
"Fuck you!"
Dimitri nodded to Marco, who tightened his grip until Simon made a choking sound.
