He brought his elbow back to Derek’s chest with as much force as he could. As Derek reeled back, he spun and braced for retaliation.
A fist crashed into his face, splitting his lip. Hot blood filled his mouth, orienting him more than the fight itself, and he swung back automatically. His knuckles skidded along Derek’s jaw, but Derek caught his wrist and twisted. It felt like his arm got pulled out of the socket as the other man forced him to the ground, his knee firm in Jesse’s back.
“Stop it! Jesus, why do you have to go Dirty Harry on everybody?” Jonah pulled at his uncle’s arm, but Derek was stronger, better trained. “Let him go!”
“He’s going to get Emma hurt if I do.”
“He’s not even in the same room as her!”