Chapter 5 - The First Wife
Vance completely crumpled to the concrete floor, clutching his bleeding shoulder in sheer agony.
I spun around entirely in absolute, unadulterated terror.
Evan was standing casually in the bunker doorway, a smoking silver pistol gripped loosely in his hand.
The corrupt county sheriff stood directly behind him, aiming a heavy assault rifle right at my chest.
"I have to admit, you two are incredibly difficult to kill," Evan smiled with absolute psychopathic glee.
He slowly walked into the sterile room, completely ignoring Vance groaning on the floor.
He stopped directly in front of the terrified woman sitting on the cot.
"Hello, Mother," Evan whispered softly.
My brain completely short-circuited as I stared entirely in shock at the impossible scene.
Vance had explicitly told me Evan was a Romanian orphan smuggled into the country.
"Vance is a terrible investigator who entirely bought the fake files I intentionally planted," Evan laughed cruelly.
He reached out and gently stroked Claire's trembling, completely pale cheek.
"Claire is my real, biological mother."
"David discovered that she was secretly funneling millions of dollars out of his corporate accounts."
"So, he entirely faked her death in that house fire and locked her down here in this miserable cage."
Claire kept her eyes glued firmly to the floor, completely refusing to look at me.
"I promised Evan I would give him the offshore account codes if he finally freed me," Claire sobbed quietly.
"But the incredibly complex alphanumeric code is entirely tattooed on my back."
Evan ordered the sheriff to aggressively drag Vance into the corner of the small room.
He completely intended to execute all of us the moment he got exactly what he wanted.
"Take off your shirt, Mother, and let me photograph the code," Evan demanded impatiently.
Claire slowly stood up with violently shaking hands and reached for the hem of her worn sweater.
I looked desperately at Vance, hoping he had some kind of miraculous backup plan.
Vance simply gave me a completely defeated, entirely exhausted look from the floor.
Claire turned her back to Evan and slowly pulled the heavy fabric completely over her head.
Evan immediately raised his expensive phone to completely capture the intricate tattoo on her skin.
But as soon as the camera flashed, Claire violently spun around with completely terrifying speed.
She had been entirely hiding a heavy iron pipe directly beneath her bulky sweater.
She swung the heavy metal weapon with absolutely devastating force, striking the corrupt sheriff squarely in the jaw.
The massive man violently collapsed backward, entirely dropping his heavy assault rifle to the concrete.
Evan shouted in pure anger and aggressively raised his silver pistol to shoot his own mother.
Claire did not hesitate for a single second to save herself.
She lunged forward and brutally drove the iron pipe directly into Evan's stomach.
Evan gasped in severe pain and entirely dropped his weapon to the floor.
I completely assumed Claire had finally decided to protect us from her monstrous son.
But as soon as the pistol hit the ground, Claire entirely scooped it up and aimed it directly at my forehead.
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"I am so entirely sorry, Sarah," Claire whispered coldly.
"But there is only enough money in that offshore account for one person to disappear."
