“You think you can put your filthy hands on my future mother-in-law? You worthless trash!”
The voice sliced through the silence of the Chicago afternoon like a serrated blade. I didn’t have time to think. I didn’t have time to breathe. I only had time to react.
I dropped low, my knees hitting the expensive Persian rug with a thud, …
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