Chapter 8 - Diane’s Hysterics Fail to Save Them
Diane lunged forward, throwing herself at Cassidy’s feet in a desperate, degrading display of sudden, frantic pleading.
“Cassidy! Please! Have mercy! You’re carrying my grandchild! You can’t let them drag us away like common criminals!” she wept.
Cassidy looked down at the woman who had poured freezing water over her head just fifteen minutes earlier.
“When my baby kicked from the shock of your freezing water, did you show any mercy, Diane?” Cassidy asked quietly.
“When you told Brendan to give me twenty dollars for a cab and make me disappear, were you thinking of family?”
Diane sobbed uncontrollably, her manicured fingers clawing helplessly at the damp hem of Cassidy’s ruined dress.
“We’ll give you the house! We’ll give you everything! Just drop the federal charges!” Diane wailed into the floorboards.
“You already gave me everything the moment you signed your corporate guarantees to Vanguard Corp,” Cassidy replied.
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The marshals stepped past Diane, grabbing Brendan by both arms and snapping the cold steel cuffs tightly around his wrists.
Brendan cursed loudly, thrashing within their grip as he was hauled away toward the front entrance like a common street thug.
