Damian Fairchild: "I've already started, so I might as well beat him until he can't get up. If he dies, I'll go to jail. If he's crippled, I'll take full responsibility!"
He paused. "Seraphina, I'm warning you—get out of my way right now. The more you try to protect him, the harder I'm going to hit him!"
The tall, 6'2" Elias Sommers leaned weakly against Seraphina Quinn's shoulder as if on the verge of death. "Seraphina, if I die or end up crippled here today for your sake, then I can say my life wasn't lived in vain..."
Seraphina Quinn's eye twitched with fury. "Elias Sommers, can you just shut up?"
The words had barely left her mouth when a sharp CRACK of breaking bone echoed through the air.
By the time Cecil Sommers arrived with his men, Elias Sommers had a broken arm, with cuts on his brow and the corner of his mouth.
