Cocking his head to the side, Dimitri studied the man in front of him. While the two of them were roughly the same height, Dimitri won when it came to muscle mass. However, that alone couldn't determine anything.
Where Dimitri was built like a brick shithouse, the other man was built like a swimmer, hard muscles but leaner. That would make it easy and quick for him to react in a fight, like Salvatore or Ronan.
"It's not up to you where I fall when it comes to her," replied Dimitri with a shrug of his shoulders. Neither man needed to say who they were talking about, because as far as the two of them were concerned, there was only one woman worth it.
And if they were talking about different women, even better.
However, both Dimitri and Eric knew that they weren't. Hattie's men all had a certain je ne sais quoi to them. That ability to go from normal to psycho in less time than it took someone to open their mouth.
