LOGINRichard walked out of prison three weeks later.Full pardon. Governor's signature. Presidential commutation. Impossible. But real.Sarah pulled up the documentation on her laptop. Her hands shook."He bought his freedom. Thirty different shell companies. Bribes totaling one hundred and forty million dollars. Judges. Prosecutors. Politicians. Even the warden." She looked at me. "Flora, he liquidated everything. Every asset. Every account. He has nothing left except—""Revenge." I finished. "He spent his entire fortune to get out. To come after us.""The FBI is investigating. Torres says—""Torres says a lot of things. None of them help." Damien cleaned his rifle. Methodical. Calm. Too calm. "Richard is free. Protected. Untouchable. And we are targets. Again.""Then we leave. Tonight. Disappear. Canada. Mexico. Europe. Anywhere—""He will find us. He always finds us." Damien looked at me. "No more running. We end this. Permanently.""How? He has legal immunity. Federal protection. We ca
Victoria's flames consumed everything.The Debt Collector screamed. His creatures burned. The mansion groaned as fire ate through ancient wood."Run!" Damien grabbed Hope and me. Sarah followed. We crashed through a side window as the ceiling collapsed behind us.Outside, the grounds were a graveyard. Bodies everywhere. Elena's soldiers. The Cascade bikers. The Chen family. All dead.Victoria stumbled out behind us. The flamethrower empty. Her burned face worse in the firelight. She collapsed."Why?" I demanded. "Why save us?""Because—" Blood bubbled from her lips. "Because family is all we have. Even if we destroy each other. Even if—" She coughed. "Tell Hope—tell her the Ashfords were not all monsters. Some of us tried—"She stopped moving.Damien checked her pulse. Shook his head."She is gone."Sirens approached. Multiple agencies. Fire trucks. Ambulances. And federal vehicles.Agent Torres arrived first. Saw the carnage. Went pale."What happened here?""War. And we lost." I hel
The darkness breathed.Not metaphorically. Actually breathed. Deep. Rhythmic. Inhuman."What is that?" Sarah whispered.The breathing grew closer. Accompanied by footsteps. Heavy. Dragging. Wrong.Hope whimpered. I covered her mouth. Held her tight.Above us, the fighting stopped. Sudden. Complete. Like someone had flipped a switch.No gunfire. No shouting. Just silence.Then screaming. Brief. Cut off mid-sound."Sarah, the detonator—""Already armed. Thirty seconds to abort. After that it is automatic. Two-minute countdown.""Can you see anything on thermal?"She checked her equipment. Went pale."No. Nothing. No heat signatures. Not even us. Something is jamming—" She stopped. "Flora. According to this, we are the only living things in the entire building.""That is impossible. There were fifty people upstairs—""Were. Past tense."More footsteps. Multiple directions. Surrounding us.A voice cut through the darkness. Male. Educated. Calm."Hello, Flora. I have been waiting a very lo
The Ashford estate looked like a mausoleum at midnight.We arrived six hours before the meeting. Before Elena. Before the Cascade. Before the end."Sarah, you are sure the explosives are placed correctly?" I checked the layout for the tenth time."C4 in the basement. Thermite in the walls. Gasoline throughout the first floor." Sarah's hands shook as she worked. Still injured. Still traumatized. But here anyway. "When it goes, the entire structure collapses inward. Anyone inside dies. Including us if we are not careful.""How much time after detonation?""Ninety seconds. Maybe less if the support beams fail early."Ninety seconds to escape a collapsing mansion while people shot at us. Perfect.Arnold positioned rifles throughout the building. Sniper positions. Escape routes. Backup weapons."The Cascade will come from the east. Highway access. Loud. Obvious." He marked the map. "Elena will come from anywhere. She has helicopters. Drones. Thermal imaging. She will know exactly where we
We made it two miles before the motorcycles found us.Not Elena's people. Different. Louder. Cruder.Twelve bikes. Heavy cruisers. Engines roaring like beasts. They circled us on the empty highway like wolves surrounding prey.The lead rider dismounted. Leather jacket covered in patches. Cascade MC. A skull with chains for teeth."Flora Ashford." Not a question. A statement. "You are a hard woman to find.""Who are you?""Name is Garrett. President of the Cascade Motorcycle Club. And you—" He pointed at me. At Hope clinging to my neck. "You owe us a debt.""I do not know you—""But you knew Richard. And Richard knew us. Real well." Garrett pulled out a folder. Threw it at my feet. "Eighteen months ago, your husband hired us for a job. Transport job. Move product across state lines. Pay was good. Two hundred thousand. We did the work. Delivered on time. And then—" His voice went cold. "Richard decided not to pay. Decided to report us to the feds instead. Got seven of my brothers arrest
Sarah woke three days later in a federal safe house."Where is she?" Her first words. Panicked. Desperate."Victoria is dead. Buried under the mine." I held her hand. "You are safe now.""No. No no no." Sarah tried to sit up. Winced. Ribs still healing. "You do not understand. Before the chains. Before Victoria caught me. I found something. In her files.""What files?""She kept everything digital. Encrypted. Hidden. But I cracked it. Ten seconds before she grabbed me." Sarah grabbed my arm. Hard. "Flora. Victoria has a sister."The room went cold."That is impossible. Richard was an only child—""Not Richard's sister. Marcus's daughter. From an affair. Born two years before Richard. Given up. Adopted out. Raised in Europe under a different name." Sarah pulled out her phone. Showed me a photo she had recovered.A woman. Mid-forties. Dark hair. Victoria's eyes. Victoria's smile."Her name is Elena Volkov. Russian mother. British citizenship. No criminal record. No connection to the Ash







