I heard a clattering sound, like a chair falling to the floor. It was followed by a loud thud, like a fist hitting a table or a wall.
"Don't you dare ever fu.cking threaten my family! Do you hear me!? Gun or not, I will fu.cking end you Clyde. You have no idea the connections I'll have even after death." Uncle Mal spat venomously.
Clyde chuckled, and I heard the click of the safety pulling on his gun.
"Guess I'll just have to see about that," Clyde said.
I made my move then. I was out of time. If I didn't do something now, someone was going to get shot and it wouldn't be Clyde.
So, without a second thought, I stormed into the room. All eyes turned to me except Clyde. I would have praised him for his focus if he didn't have that gun aimed at my favorite person in the whole world.
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