“The money, the warehouse, everything.” “No,” I said. You did. I threw something at his feet. Dominic’s phone. It landed with a chirp as new messages flooded in. FBI news alerts. Arrest warrants attaching to the Victor family empire. His eyes widened. His entire world collapsed in a glowing screen. Ian lunged for the door. I let him go.
He tripped into the snow and kept running, panting curses into the trees. Grant stayed, jaw clenched, trying to rebuild the man he thought he was inside that crumbling body. He raised his gun halfway, shaking. Go ahead, I said. Make the last mistake of your life. He didn’t. He dropped the weapon. You should have stayed a soldier, he said.
This This isn’t justice. You’re right. I replied, stepping forward close enough to see the reflection of the fire dancing in his eyes. This isn’t justice. It’s balance. He didn’t get the chance to answer before I hit him across the jaw with the hammer handle. He fell beside his father. I looked at Victor one last time. That was six, I said.
