Chapter 4 - The Shadow Of The Fort Hood Legacy
Greg let out a muffled scream of pain, his forehead pressing into the wood as Richard maintained effortless physical dominance.
"I served twenty-four years in the United States Army Armored Division out of Fort Hood, Greg," Richard whispered, looking down with dead eyes.
"I have buried young men in foreign soil who had more honor in their pinky fingers than you have in your entire bloodline."
"Dad, stop," Emily whispered softly, touching her father’s shoulder with gentle, restrained affection. "Don't stain your hands for him."
"He isn't worth the paperwork, and my baby doesn't need to see her grandfather in a holding cell."
Richard released the pressure on Greg’s wrist, stepping back smoothly to adjust the cuffs of his charcoal suit jacket.
Greg pulled his injured hand against his chest, gasping for breath as he glared up at the silver-haired patriarch.
"You think you won, Richard?" Greg spat out, his voice dripping with venom. "My father is Senator Miller's chief financial advisor in Austin!"
"By tomorrow afternoon, the state banking commission will freeze every commercial line of credit Vance Enterprises holds!"
Richard let out a low, dry chuckle that held no humor whatsoever, turning his gaze toward the dark tree line bordering the backyard.
"Your father called me two hours ago from his office in downtown Austin, Greg," Richard revealed, pulling his smartphone from his pocket.
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"He was the one who gave me the access codes to your offshore accounts in the Cayman Islands to save his own political skin."
Greg froze, his eyes widening in absolute, terrifying betrayal as the realization hit him that his own family had abandoned him to the wolves.
