Chapter 8 - THE BETRAYAL OF BLOOD
We tracked Daniel down two days later. We knew his routines better than he did. Every Thursday, he played high-stakes poker at an illegal, exclusive club behind a cigar lounge in River North. He always left through the private garage at 2:00 AM.
We waited in the shadows. When Daniel staggered out to his Aston Martin, drunk and arrogant, Robert stepped out of the darkness.
Before Daniel could scream, Robert shoved him against the car, a cold metal pipe pressed firmly against his throat. I stepped into the light.
Daniel's eyes bugged out. "Mariana? What the hell—"
"Shut up," I hissed, stepping close enough to smell the scotch on his breath. "You sold me to a murderer, Daniel. You let them destroy Robert, and you handed me over to the man who killed our father."
Daniel paled. "You... you know?"
"I know everything. Now you have a choice. You get us into the estate tonight, past Alejandro’s security, so I can get the ledger from the safe. Or I leave you here, and I send an anonymous tip to the feds about your offshore accounts."
Daniel swallowed hard. "Alejandro will kill me."
"I will ruin you," I countered, my voice dead and cold. "And trust me, federal prison for a rich, soft boy like you is worse than a bullet. Take your pick."
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Trembling, Daniel pulled out his phone to access the security grid. "You're insane, Mariana."
"No," I said, glancing at Robert. "I'm finally awake."
