Chapter 9 - The Baptism of Truth

A deafening blast echoed through the canyon as the shotgun fired wildly into the darkness.

I scrambled desperately backward through the freezing water, checking my body for any fatal gunshot wounds.

I was completely uninjured, but Rodrigo was lying perfectly still among the jagged, blood-stained rocks.

I waded cautiously toward him and saw a massive, fatal wound completely destroying his upper chest.

He had accidentally shot himself during the violent fall, paying the ultimate price for his overwhelming greed.

I knelt beside him, watching his arrogant eyes widen in absolute terror as his life rapidly faded away.

I grabbed his soaked collar and demanded to know where my mother was hiding my real son.

Rodrigo coughed violently, a thick stream of dark blood spilling out over his expensive navy-blue jacket.

With his final, agonizing breath, he whispered that Teresa was at the old estate chapel performing a twisted baptism.

His head fell back against the cold stones, and his eyes completely lost their terrible, cruel light.

I dragged myself out of the freezing water and sprinted back to the stolen truck parked in the dirt.

I drove like a madman toward the grand, historic chapel located in the very center of our massive vineyard.

I smashed the truck violently through the heavy wooden gates, completely ignoring the destruction.

I jumped out of the vehicle and kicked the ancient double doors of the private church entirely off their iron hinges.

My mother stood at the marble altar, dressed in an immaculate white gown, holding my crying newborn son.

She looked completely horrified to see me standing there, dripping wet and completely alive.

She desperately pulled a silver handgun from the altar and aimed it directly at my innocent baby's head.

I raised my hands slowly, pleading with her to end this madness and spare the child.

Suddenly, the massive stained-glass windows of the chapel shattered inward as federal police surrounded the building.

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Doctor Ana Lucía had successfully contacted the authorities, and they had completely cordoned off the entire property.

A federal sniper fired a single, precision shot that expertly shattered the gun right out of my mother's hand.