|you crossed my path

Luka stood in his other fox fur coat, green glasses glittering on his face, his red hair particularly graceful, and his hands smoking an expensive cigarette. Beside him, on either side, stood his two bodyguards—two beautiful, slender, dark-skinned women. Lika and Nika looked weak, but in reality, they could tear you to shreds.
Luka was in another nightclub, scanning the patrons and searching for someone more interesting. Suddenly, his gaze caught a short guy, barely five feet tall. He had white hair, baggy clothes, and that innocent, almost puppy-dog look. Luka immediately liked the guy and told Nika and Lika to bring him here.
And so Luka looks at the puppy from above, like a toy, and then says

• "Baby, whose are you?.. Such cuties have no place in such places.. Where is your owner?"
  But the boy's answer didn't exactly shock Luka; it pissed him off in a couple of seconds. The boy replied
  "What the fuck am I to you, rich kid? Do I look like someone who needs protecting? Fuck off, I don't need patrons here."
  Luka's eyes twitched at the audacity. He stood up. Ace and I stood two meters away, then approached the asshole. Luka doubled over to close the distance between their heads, bracing himself with one hand on Lika's shoulder. The redhead's eyes flashed, and he spoke not so much as a proposal, but a direct threat.
  "Listen, puppy. What, are you crossing my path now? I'll rip you to shreds, you flea-bitten one. I'll tear you to shreds, not even leaving a bone, understand?"