"You've got ten minutes to get out here and beg on your knees. Otherwise, you can come crawling later and I still won't marry you!"
I laughed, cold and sharp,
and forwarded the security camera footage to my father, a detective captain.
"Dad, there's a terrorist attacking your daughter."
……
Dad was on assignment out of the province, but he recognized the man instantly: the blind date my aunt had sobbed and screamed at me to meet a few weeks ago.
A vein pulsed at his temple. He called the local precinct immediately,
told me not to open the door, and started racing back.
The mother-son pair outside must have heard, because not only were they unfazed, they got louder.
"Who are you calling a terrorist? Is this how a cop's daughter treats her future in-laws?"
"Don't think we can't see it. The money you used for this place is dirty, isn't it? Your daddy embezzled it!"
Christine was getting more and more worked up. She whipped out her phone and started recording.
"People online hate corrupt officials more than anything! If you know what's good for you, open this door and come with us to the title office."
"Otherwise I'm reporting him to Internal Affairs, and your father can rot in prison!"