Chapter 9 - Sins of the Father
The front door blew inward, hinges screaming as a breaching charge detonated.
Smoke filled the living room.
Two men rushed in, flashlights cutting through the dust.
I dropped them both with precise double-taps to the chest, but a third man tackled me from the side.
My rifle skittered across the floor.
I drove my elbow into his throat, hearing a satisfying crunch, and threw him off.
Before I could recover my weapon, the cold steel of a barrel pressed against my temple.
"Don't move," Marcus sneered, standing over me, his good hand holding a .45 directly at my head.
"You always were a coward, Marcus," I spat, staring up at him. "Hiding behind mercenaries."
"I'm a pragmatist, Vale," he laughed coldly. "You were weak. You let your family make you soft."
"You planted the bomb in Sarah’s car." I stated it as a fact, not a question.
Marcus smirked. "It was meant for you, actually. But she took the car that morning to get groceries. A tragic miscalculation. But it worked out. It broke you."
My vision tinted red.
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"You took my wife. You shot my daughter."
"And now I'm going to finish the set," he cocked the gun.
