Chapter 16 - THE SHOWDOWN AT THE PLAZA
"Hand over the briefcase, Arthur," William commanded, his eyes cold and unfeeling.
Victoria stepped into the room right behind her son, wearing an expensive mink coat over her jail jumpsuit.
"You thought you could lock me away, Clara?" Victoria sneered, her hands holding a small silver pistol. "My husband's money buys every judge in Manhattan."
Clara stood up slowly from the sofa, placing her body directly between Victoria and the briefcase.
"You pushed me down those stairs to kill my child, Victoria," Clara said, her voice dropping into a chilling register.
"And I should have pushed you harder!" Victoria screamed, raising her pistol toward Clara's head.
Before Victoria could pull the trigger, Elena stepped out from the suite's bedroom, holding a heavy crystal decanter.
Elena smashed the decanter across Victoria's head with terrifying force, sending the socialite crashing to the floor unconscious.
William turned his rifle toward Elena, but Reese tackled him across the marble coffee table.
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The two men crashed into the floor, struggling violently over the rifle as shots tore through the ceiling plaster.
Clara grabbed the silver briefcase, clutching it tight against her chest as her contractions hit with brutal force.
