That tone sparked something vicious within Liam. The implied threat didn't help matters. It shown in his face, a flare of intense anger unlike anything he'd shown before. However, the panic and the mention of being ditched did help Mike's case, but it wasn't clear yet. The junkie could be playing him.

It was the grab for his wrists that sparked him to action. His movements were lightning quick, far more speed and force than he'd ever really needed to use before. The sort of movements that belied his former training. Smooth and graceful but brutal and efficient. The belt was ripped free from Mike's pants, dragged around his neck and cinched tight. Both of Mike's wrists clapped firmly together, the free end of the belt wrapped firmly around them. It was far from permanent as he needed to keep hold of the last remaining end to keep it in place, but it was more to make a point. It was done in a matter of seconds.

"If you wanted to use it against me?" He repeated Mike's statement, daring him to try again. Warning him against any mis-steps.