“Alright, sit down, lady!!” Brock pushed her down, forcing her to sit on the sofa next to her husband's chair. “Now, behave, the two of you,” he demanded with a cold grin. “Believe it or not, we really want to do this peacefully. We hate having to disrespect old people."Bron stood up, then turned his cold eyes to his brother. "Put the papers back together," he ordered.Brock's cruel grin vanished, replaced by total confusion. He looked at his brother, then at the torn pieces on the floor. "What? And how the hell am I going to do that?”"Use the tape in your pocket," Bron interrupted, his tone carrying real authority. "The tape you brought in case we needed to tie them up. Fix the papers."Brock realized his older brother was serious and didn't argue. He reached into his thick jacket, pulled out a roll of heavy clear tape, and knelt down. He gathered the torn pieces, set them flat on the coffee table, and began to work. The loud, harsh sound of the plastic tape unrolling filled the r
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