I came home earlier than expected and found my wife, eight months pregnant, kneeling on the marble floor, weeping uncontrollably as my mother asked her to wash her feet. “This house belongs to my children, not you,” she said. I didn’t respond. I just packed two suitcases, opened the bank statements, and exposed whoever had been draining our money for months.

The hitman standing behind me collapsed into the mud with a heavy thud. I spun around, expecting to see a rival syndicate member stepping out of the shadows. Instead, Silas emerged from the bushes, holding a smoking hunting rifle. He told me he had tracked my phone after the power went out, knowing something had gone terribly wrong. I did not waste a single second thanking him. I grabbed the dead hitman’s pistol, stripped his spare magazines, and ran back to my hidden car. Silas jumped into the passenger seat, rapidly typing on his illuminated laptop. I asked him if he could trace the GPS signal of my mother's luxury SUV. He nodded, explaining that he had hacked the vehicle's onboard computer hours ago. I slammed the gas pedal to the floor, tearing down the mountain roads at a suicidal speed. Silas directed me toward an abandoned industrial warehouse district on the edge of the city. The syndicate was using a massive, heavily fortified meatpacking plant as their illegal medical facility. We arrived and hid the car behind a row of rusted shipping containers. I crept toward the loading dock, taking out two heavily armed guards with silent, precise strikes. I stole their access keycard and slipped inside the freezing, blood-stained corridors of the warehouse. I followed the sound of a heart monitor echoing through the empty halls. I burst into a makeshift operating room, raising my weapon at the horrific scene inside. Elena was strapped to a metal table, screaming in pain as a corrupt doctor prepared a massive syringe. My mother and Lucas stood nearby, eagerly waiting for the horrific procedure to begin. I fired twice, instantly shattering the doctor's syringe and dropping the armed guard next to him. Lucas panicked, raising his weapon toward Elena. I did not hesitate to pull the trigger, shooting my own brother directly in the shoulder. Lucas screamed and dropped his gun, collapsing onto the bloody tile floor. My mother raised her hands in terror, completely trapped. Before I could untie Elena, the steel doors of the warehouse violently blew open. Dozens of federal agents swarmed the room, completely surrounding us with tactical rifles.