The commotion finally drew the man himself. Spencer Delgado sprinted down from the VIP box on the second floor.
"What the hell is going on? Who is trashing my shop on opening day?"
"It's him!" A bystander pointed at me.
Spencer's eyes darkened. "Christopher Dickerson. Are you sick?"
He strolled over, a sneer curling his lips. "Why smash my shop? Are you that obsessed with me? Even if you die, you want to drag me down?"
A harsh laugh scraped out of my throat. "The culprit who ruined your shop is the person who won't let me take my dying mother to the hospital."
Spencer glanced at my unconscious mother. Not a shred of humanity crossed his face. He smirked and turned to Olivia.
"You did well. They're definitely faking it. This is clearly a coordinated shakedown."
He addressed the room. "First, he comes to cause trouble. Now, he uses a fake fainting spell as an excuse to destroy my property." A dismissive wave of his hand. "Boys, teach him a lesson."
At his command, the security guards descended on me.
I curled into a ball, shielding my mother with my body. Fists and boots rained down on my back.