Clara collapsed to the floor like a dead fish.
My mother screamed and threw herself over Clara to shield her.
Then she spun around like a rabid dog, trying to bite anyone who came near.
My father shoved both of them behind him.
His hands shook as he reached into his pocket for his phone.
"You just wait. I'm calling people right now. Police, lawyers—everyone."
Old Blade stepped forward with a cigarette between his teeth and kicked him to the ground.
Then his rubber-soled boot came down hard on the fallen phone.
The screen shattered into glittering pieces.
The muscles in his face twisted with rage.
"Go on," he growled.
"Make your call."
He grabbed my father by the collar and hauled him up like a pig ready for s*******r.
The blade flashed.
Screams tore through the room.
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