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Chapter 8 - The Matriarch's Ruthlessness

Kieran collapsed heavily onto the cold concrete floor, a dark pool of blood rapidly expanding around his expensive charcoal suit.

Constance did not even flinch as she watched her eldest son gasp painfully for his final breaths.

She simply adjusted her diamond necklace and ordered her men to finish the job.

I grabbed Sarah's hand, and we sprinted desperately behind a massive stack of rusted shipping crates.

Bullets sparked wildly against the thick metal, showering us with hot, terrifying fragments of steel.

Kieran’s surviving bodyguards finally returned fire, creating a chaotic, deafening warzone inside the dark warehouse.

I pulled Sarah into a narrow maintenance trench, begging her to stay completely flat against the ground.

Kieran suddenly dragged his bleeding body around the corner, collapsing right next to us.

He was coughing up blood, his eyes wide with the terrifying realization of his own impending death.

With trembling, blood-stained fingers, he reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out his private, biometric smartphone.

He looked at me with immense regret and whispered the passcode to unlock his highly secure device.

He told me his phone had direct, unfiltered access to every single offshore account his mother controlled.

He died before he could say another word, his glassy eyes staring blankly at the warehouse ceiling.

I snatched the phone from his lifeless hand and frantically typed in the passcode he had given me.

The screen illuminated, immediately granting me access to hundreds of millions of dollars in illegal, untraceable funds.

I did not transfer the money into my own accounts to escape.

I initiated a mass, irreversible wire transfer, sending every single cent of the Abernathy empire directly to the cybercrimes division of the Department of Justice.

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I hit confirm just as Constance’s lead mercenary flanked our position and kicked my sister viciously to the ground.

Constance slowly walked around the rusted crate, aiming a small, gold-plated pistol directly at my face.

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