Chapter 15 - As trembling hands wipe away bloody tears from a little girl's face, a loyal maid exposes the dark criminal conspiracy hiding inside American mansions.
Clara used her thumb to gently brush away a fresh tear rolling down six-year-old Lily's dirt-smudged cheek.
"You're the bravest little girl in America, Lily; just like your daddy and me, you're a Sterling through and through," Clara encouraged.
Lily managed a small, courageous smile, nodding bravely as she clutched her pink dress tightly in her tiny fingers.
Nathan covered their flank, his dark hair messy and his hazel eyes scanning the shadows with lethal, tactical awareness.
"The federal marshals are three minutes out; we just have to hold this hallway until backup arrives," Nathan whispered into his comms mic.
Heavy footfalls approached from the main gallery, accompanied by the cold metallic clinking of tactical gear and assault rifles.
"Sterling! Come out with the girl and the woman, and your life will be spared by order of the board!" a voice yelled.
Nathan stepped forward, raising his pistol with absolute calm and squeezing the trigger twice through the drywall partition.
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A sharp cry of pain echoed down the hallway, followed by the clatter of a tactical rifle dropping onto the hardwood floor.
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