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Marrying the Tyrant: You Will Regret Killing Me, Ex-Husband! 117
Lily’s POVThe air outside the safehouse smelled oddly of snow and gunpowder.Within minutes of the breach, local state police units—alerted by Sienna—swarmed the private access road. Unmarked vehicles and state troopers secured the perimeter, taking Raymond’s surviving men into custody immediately while marshals formally served Raymond Vance with a multi-count indictment for conspiracy, racketeering, and wire fraud.We stood on the wooden porch of the safehouse, watching as two federal agents hoisted Raymond to his feet, cuffing his hands securely behind his back before shoving him into the back of a black van.Raymond didn't look back at us. His gaze was fixed straight ahead, his face hollowed out by the realization that years of shadows had finally ended in a pair of handcuffs.“Mr and Mrs. Rookwood, we’re sorry this happened,” the sheriff said as he approached us. “We hope this never happens again. Raymond Vance will pay for all his crimes.Oh he will. I nodded. “Thank you, Sherif
Marrying the Tyrant: You Will Regret Killing Me, Ex-Husband! 116
Lily’s POV.Getting back to the van took harder than it should, due to Julian’s men crawling around the entire area. But once we got in, Diego pulled out almost immediately, cutting through the silent gloom of the upstate highway, its heavy tires hissing softly against the road.It was almost dawn, and exhaustion was slowly creeping in, replacing all the thrill and fear of adrenaline that had kept me going the entire night.Inside the cabin, the dashboard lights cast long shadows across our faces. Nobody spoke. The exhaustion of our little infiltration hung heavy in the air, but beneath it thrummed an electric clarity and a little victory. We had the drive and the mirrored scripts. We had the 1998 contingency files. We had the proof that bound Raymond Vance and Richard Winston together in the original conspiracy that killed my mother.That was victory, on its own.I sat in the passenger seat, staring down at the tablet resting in my lap. The screen displayed Sienna’s unpacked data—do
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Lily’s POV.The blinking red light on Julian Sterling’s remote detonator cast a sickly pulse across the wet floor of the shipping terminal.For a single heartbeat, the roaring wind outside and the dripping water echoing off the iron walls seemed to vanish, swallowed by the deafening hum of adrenaline surging through my veins."Drop it," Diego’s voice cut through the air like a razor. His hand didn't tremble as he drew his sidearm, the matte barrel locking instantly onto the center of Julian’s chest.Arnold mirrored the movement from the shadows to our left, his weapon swinging up to cover Julian’s flank, cutting off any possibility of a quick retreat.Julian didn't flinch. He didn't drop his hands, nor did his serene smile waver. He simply stood there in the center of the dark aisle, his overcoat catching the sickly amber glow of the flickering overhead light."You always were too quick to draw iron, Mr. Rookwood," Julian murmured, his voice carrying an effortless, mocking amusement.
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Lily’s POV.The blinking red light on Julian Sterling’s remote detonator cast a sickly pulse across the wet floor of the shipping terminal.For a single heartbeat, the roaring wind outside and the dripping water echoing off the iron walls seemed to vanish, swallowed by the deafening hum of adrenaline surging through my veins."Drop it," Diego’s voice cut through the air like a razor. His hand didn't tremble as he drew his sidearm, the matte barrel locking instantly onto the center of Julian’s chest.Arnold mirrored the movement from the shadows to our left, his weapon swinging up to cover Julian’s flank, cutting off any possibility of a quick retreat.Julian didn't flinch. He didn't drop his hands, nor did his serene smile waver. He simply stood there in the center of the dark aisle, his overcoat catching the sickly amber glow of the flickering overhead light."You always were too quick to draw iron, Mr. Rookwood," Julian murmured, his voice carrying an effortless, mocking amusement.
Marrying the Tyrant: You Will Regret Killing Me, Ex-Husband! 113
Lily’s POV.The blinking red light on Julian Sterling’s remote detonator cast a sickly pulse across the wet floor of the shipping terminal.For a single heartbeat, the roaring wind outside and the dripping water echoing off the iron walls seemed to vanish, swallowed by the deafening hum of adrenaline surging through my veins."Drop it," Diego’s voice cut through the air like a razor. His hand didn't tremble as he drew his sidearm, the matte barrel locking instantly onto the center of Julian’s chest.Arnold mirrored the movement from the shadows to our left, his weapon swinging up to cover Julian’s flank, cutting off any possibility of a quick retreat.Julian didn't flinch. He didn't drop his hands, nor did his serene smile waver. He simply stood there in the center of the dark aisle, his overcoat catching the sickly amber glow of the flickering overhead light."You always were too quick to draw iron, Mr. Rookwood," Julian murmured, his voice carrying an effortless, mocking amusement.
Marrying the Tyrant: You Will Regret Killing Me, Ex-Husband! 112
Lily’s POV.The blinking red light on Julian Sterling’s remote detonator cast a sickly pulse across the wet floor of the shipping terminal.For a single heartbeat, the roaring wind outside and the dripping water echoing off the iron walls seemed to vanish, swallowed by the deafening hum of adrenaline surging through my veins."Drop it," Diego’s voice cut through the air like a razor. His hand didn't tremble as he drew his sidearm, the matte barrel locking instantly onto the center of Julian’s chest.Arnold mirrored the movement from the shadows to our left, his weapon swinging up to cover Julian’s flank, cutting off any possibility of a quick retreat.Julian didn't flinch. He didn't drop his hands, nor did his serene smile waver. He simply stood there in the center of the dark aisle, his overcoat catching the sickly amber glow of the flickering overhead light."You always were too quick to draw iron, Mr. Rookwood," Julian murmured, his voice carrying an effortless, mocking amusement.
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