Chapter 8 - The Final Stand
I stood perfectly still as the sharp edge of the scalpel slightly pierced the delicate skin of my neck.
I felt absolutely nothing but pure, unadulterated disgust for the woman who had birthed me.
She was willing to ruthlessly slaughter her own daughter just to secure a massive, illegal payout.
"You will absolutely rot in hell for this," I whispered fiercely, entirely refusing to drop the heavy trauma bag.
Daniel, barely able to stand, saw my mother holding me hostage and a completely lethal fury ignited in his eyes.
He didn't yell or hesitate, simply using his last ounce of adrenaline to aggressively launch himself forward.
He violently kicked my mother's knees completely out from under her, shattering her fragile balance in an instant.
She screamed in shock and completely dropped the scalpel as she crashed heavily onto the hard concrete.
I immediately spun around, grabbed the discarded weapon, and forcefully pinned her arms securely behind her back.
Vance and Jason finally finished securing the perimeter, tying the surviving mobsters with heavy plastic zip-ties.
The distant, beautiful sound of hundreds of blaring police sirens suddenly began to echo loudly through the city streets.
"The authorities are finally here," Vance announced, holstering his weapon with a deeply exhausted sigh.
We all looked toward the main ramp of the garage, fully expecting to see a flood of flashing red and blue lights.
Instead, a massive, heavily armored truck aggressively revved its engine from the far, dark corner of the lot.
My father had somehow managed to completely slip away during the chaotic firefight and climb into the driver's seat.
He flipped on the blinding high beams and aggressively slammed the gas pedal completely to the floor.
The massive metal beast roared violently as it sped directly toward the concrete pillar where my babies were resting.
"He is trying to crush them!" Daniel screamed, desperately trying to limp toward the speeding truck.
There was absolutely no time to grab the heavy trauma bag and run to complete safety.
The truck was moving incredibly fast, completely determined to obliterate all the evidence of his massive failure.
I threw my entire body fiercely over the padded bag, perfectly willing to be completely crushed to save my children.
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I closed my eyes and braced myself for the violent, fatal impact that would undoubtedly end my life.
The deafening roar of the engine grew incredibly loud, completely vibrating the concrete floor beneath my chest.
