CHAPTER 20: THE UNWANTED HOMECOMING
CHAPTER 20: THE UNWANTED HOMECOMING
A blast of cold rain and wet wind slammed down into the vault as a silhouette descended the ladder.
It wasn't a mercenary.
It was my father.
His orange jumpsuit was covered by a muddy dark raincoat, his face gaunt, his eyes wide with a volatile, manic energy. He held a silver handgun in his shaking hand, the barrel pointing directly at my chest.
âWhere is it, Evelyn?â he rasped, his teeth chattering from the mountain cold.
âWhere is the 1974 volume?â
I stood perfectly still beside the empty military chest, my hands tucked into my coat pockets.
âItâs already gone, Dad,â I said, my voice deadpan and calm.
âChelsea is taking it to the federal task force right now.â
He took a frantic step forward, the weapon tracking my face.
âYou ruined me!â he screamed, his voice breaking with a terrifying, unhinged rage.
âI built a multi-million-dollar empire for this family! I gave you everything!â
âYou gave us a cage lined with lies,â I countered, my voice echoing off the concrete walls.
âYou pushed my daughter onto a marble floor to protect your stock options.â
âAnd now, your empire is nothing but white dust.â
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He raised the weapon, his finger tightening around the trigger.
âIâll burn this entire valley to the ground before I let you take my freedom,â he growled.
