Chapter 9 - THE ULTIMATUM
The snow was stained crimson. Silas was the last man standing, clutching a bleeding leg, trying to crawl toward the treeline.
Luke walked up behind him, the crunch of his boots the only sound in the silent, freezing woods. He kicked Silas onto his back and aimed his rifle directly at his brother’s chest.
“Father is ruined,” Silas spat, blood bubbling on his lips. “You betrayed your own blood.”
“My blood is in that bunker,” Luke said coldly. “You lost the right to call yourself my family the second you slipped poison into her tea.”
“Kill me, then,” Silas laughed bitterly. “You’ll always be a killer, Luke. You can never wash this off.”
Luke stared at the pathetic man shivering in the snow. He lowered the rifle.
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Suddenly, the wail of police sirens pierced the mountain air. FBI tactical helicopters broke through the clouds, spotlights blazing down on the snow.
“I don't have to kill you,” Luke said, stepping back as federal agents swarmed the perimeter. “I just have to bury you.”
