Too easy.
The real choice was whether Sophie’s existence would be founded on another body dropping in the night.
Dominic wrenched the gun away and hurled it through the broken glass.
Victor froze.
Dominic struck him once, hard enough to floor him, but not kill him.
Then he pinned Victor down and zip-tied his wrists with the restraints Marcus had left in the desk years ago.
Victor laughed into the floor. “You’ll regret mercy.”
Dominic leaned in.
“This isn’t mercy,” he whispered. “This is my daughter’s future. You don’t get to stain it.”
By sunrise, the police vehicles outside the Hale mansion stretched to the main road.
Not bought cops.
