His hidden heir
“Weak men fall.”
“Feds are two minutes out,” Alex said, stepping left, slow.
“Good,” Margaret said. “We’ll keep it brief.” Her eyes locked on Alicia. “You think a judge erased your name? You’re still Dickson. Madness, blood, scandal—it’s genetic.”
“It ends with me,” Alicia said.
Margaret picked up the gun. “Or it ends with us. Like Father. Clean. Family business.”
“You shot Grandpa.”
“I freed him. He was leaving everything to strangers. Not blood.”
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