Was Eunice the one who spilled the beans about the birthday bash to Darren? It seemed like he had set a trap, just waiting for them to take the bait.
If they could claim that the previous incident was all a misunderstanding, tonight's fiasco was irrefutable evidence of their treachery. No amount of excuses would do any good now.
Darren had seen with his own eyes, heard with his own ears.
They had laid bare every treacherous thought in their hearts.
"You bunch of backstabbers!" Darren snatched the leather belt from one of his men and lashed them with fury.
"I treated you like brothers, and you plotted against me, wishing me dead!"
They not only wished him dead, but they didn't spare his son, his daughter-in-law, nor his dear granddaughter!
How could they be so heartless?
The belt was an heirloom, a "family sanction" passed down through generations. Even through the thick winter coats, each strike inflicted pain that made them grit their teeth and wince.
