Chapter 19 - The Iron Queen Stands Tall
Ivan parried the knife strike with brutal efficiency, driving his elbow into the attacker’s jaw and knocking him out cold. He rushed over to Fiona, scooping her trembling body into his arms and holding her tight against his chest.
“Daddy! They broke the door!” Fiona sobbed into his shoulder, her small arms wrapped fiercely around his neck. “You’re safe now, baby, Daddy’s got you,” Ivan whispered, kissing the top of her head as police sirens wailed in the distance.
As local law enforcement swarmed the property, a second sleek black sedan pulled up behind the police cruisers. Jessi stepped out of the vehicle, walking briskly across the lawn with an expression of cold, unrelenting fury.
“Are you both alright?” Jessi asked, rushing over to inspect Fiona and Ivan for any serious injuries. “We’re okay, thanks to you,” Ivan breathed out, relief washing over his tense muscles.
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“The police intercepted the getaway driver down the highway,” Jessi stated, her voice dropping into a dangerous register. “Arthur tried to buy one last hit squad before his assets were frozen, but he just signed his own life away in a federal penitentiary.”
Fiona looked up at Jessi with wide, curious eyes. “Are you Daddy’s boss?” Jessi offered a rare, warm smile, kneeling down to look the little girl in the eyes. “Not anymore, sweetheart. I’m part of the family now.”
