I retreated into the woods with my son, moving to a safe house nearby to hand Leo off to Eleanor. I had one last stop to make.
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I reached the mountain cabin at midnight. The snow was falling heavy and silent. I cut the fuel line to their generator, pouring sugar into the tank. It would kill the power slowly, flickering like a dying heartbeat.
I watched through the window. Victor, Felix, Grant, Ian, Kyle. They were terrified.
I kicked the back door open and threw a flashbang. BANG.
I walked into the room as they screamed, blinded. I held the hammer.
“Hello, boys,” I said. “Who wants to be number three?”
Felix swung a pistol blindly. I smashed his wrist with the hammer. He howled. Kyle tried to run; I knocked him cold with the handle.
Victor sat in his chair, leveling a gun at me with shaking hands. He fired. Missed. The generator outside died, plunging the cabin into darkness.
“You think you can erase me?” Victor snarled. “I built this town!”
“Walls fall faster when the fire starts inside,” I said.
I knocked the gun from his hand and shattered his wrist. He fell to the floor, sobbing.
“Thirty-one strikes,” I said. “You remember that number?”
“She betrayed me!”
“Count,” I commanded.
I brought the hammer down on the floorboards next to his head. CRACK.
“One.”
I hit the chair leg. CRACK.
“Two.”
I didn’t hit him. I destroyed the world around him, inch by inch, just to let him feel the powerlessness.
Finally, Grant and Ian returned from outside. They saw me standing over their broken father. They saw the FBI alerts flooding Dominic’s phone I had thrown on the floor.
“It’s over,” I said. “The money is gone. The evidence is public. You have nothing.”
I walked out into the snow as the police lights crested the hill. I didn’t run. I just walked away, leaving them to the law.
