"Mama Mia, are you alright? Who the fuck is this?" Ludacris asked sharply, stepping between them.
Alexander stood up, straightened instantly.
"Who the fuck are you!" He shot back.
Ludacris's gaze shifted from Fiona to Alexander, jaw tightening.
"I should be asking, who is that motherfucker?"
Alexander scoffed, his eyes flickering briefly to Fiona before returning to Ludacris.
"Mind her business," he said, brushing forward as if Ludacris wasn't there, trying to reach Fiona again.
Ludacris grabbed him by the arm and yanked him hard.
Alexander stumbled, then turned with fury.
Ludacris stepped in front of Fiona protectively, blocking him completely.
"Lay a finger on her," he warned lowly. "I'll break both your hands."
Alexander let out a dry laugh, eyes burning in irritation.
"Trying to play the hero?" He sneered, shifting his gaze to Fiona. "Fiona… who the fuck is this guy?"
"Shut up, Alex." Her voice trembled from the shock at everything unfolding.
