Chapter 7 - FRANK'S DECEPTION
The peace lasted exactly twelve hours.
Emily was in the kitchen, boiling water to sterilize Noah’s bottles, when she noticed the flashing red light on a small, black device hidden beneath the microwave. It was a GPS beacon.
Her blood ran cold. She hadn't brought it. Michael hadn't brought it.
She turned slowly, finding Frank Miller standing in the doorway. His gun was drawn, but not pointed at the window. It was pointed at her.
"You’re too smart for your own good, Doc," Frank sighed, looking genuinely regretful. "You really are."
"It was you," Emily whispered, her mind racing. "You gave Margaret the poison. You tipped off the hit squad at the hospital. Why, Frank? He treated you like a brother."
"Because this empire was supposed to be mine!" Frank snapped, his composure breaking. "I built this syndicate with his father! When the old man died, Michael inherited everything just because of his bloodline. And now there's another baby in line? I wasn't going to spend the rest of my life taking orders from the Carters."
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He raised the gun, aiming right between her eyes. "Nothing personal, Amelia. But you ruined my plan in the nursery. Now, I have to finish the job the hard way."
Before Frank could pull the trigger, a kitchen knife flew through the air, embedding itself deep into his shoulder. Frank screamed, dropping the gun. Michael stepped out of the hallway shadows, his face a mask of pure, unadulterated wrath.
