Chapter 17 - Standing Up Against Years Of Emotional Abuse
Avia stopped walking for a split second as federal marshals guided her toward the black unmarked transport van.
She turned her head slightly, her lips curling into a bitter, defeated sneer directed straight at her son.
“You think you’ve won, Beck, but a name like ours doesn't just wash away in a single courtroom battle,” Avia muttered coldly.
Beck didn't flinch, nor did he look away from the woman who had poisoned their family bonds with greed and deception.
“The name stays, Mother, but the corruption dies right here today,” Beck answered clearly across the stone courtyard.
The marshals nudged her forward, pushing her into the back of the transport van before slamming the heavy metal doors shut.
The van sped away down the Cincinnati street, its tires hissing against the wet asphalt under the gray sky.
Talia leaned her head gently against Beck’s shoulder, letting out a deep sigh of profound, long-awaited relief.
“It’s really over,” Talia whispered, watching the traffic move freely down the downtown boulevard.
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“No,” Beck corrected softly, wrapping his arm securely around her waist as Wren giggled happily in his other arm.
“It’s just the beginning.”
