Chapter 13 - Ryan Begs For Mercy Now
The heavy oak doors slammed shut behind the federal marshals, leaving the living room in a profound, echoing silence.
Arthur Pendelton and the remaining investors scrambled toward the exit like rats fleeing a sinking ship.
Marcus watched them go with mild amusement, tapping his cane softly against the polished hardwood floor.
“Let them run,” Marcus murmured. “They’ll spend the rest of their lives paying back every penny they stole.”
He turned his attention back to me, his stern expression melting into an expression of profound paternal love.
“Are you alright, sweetheart? Did he hurt you anywhere else?” Marcus asked, gently taking my injured arm.
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“I’m okay, Dad. The physical pain is nothing compared to the freedom I just bought,” I answered, offering a genuine smile.
“Good. Because your new life starts right now,” Marcus said firmly, wrapping his arm around my shoulders.
