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Her cigarette fell from her shaky fingers to the pavement. “I’m going to be penniless?—”

“I do understand. Perfectly so. I just couldn’t care less. Farrow Ballantine is officially off-limits to you. Tamper with her life one more time, and I assure you, I will take yours.”

“You’ll never kill me.” A wretched laugh tumbled out of her throat. She tried to turn again, but this time, I curved the knife to the side of her throat, losing patience. “You won’t risk your life for that white trash.”

“You and I are not the same, Vera. I don’t answer to the law. Ruining you is as easy as ordering takeout.”

“Mr. Sun?—”

I cut her off, refusing to confirm my identity, knowing she could never prove her suspicions. “I consider myself a thorough person. When I’m done with you, I’ll move on to your daughters.”

“Please—”

“They’ll live in utter poverty, unable to marry anyone respectable. We both know they’re incapable of making it on their own.” I dug my heel into her cigarette, grinding it beneath my sole. It died with a hiss. “By the time I’m finished with your family, you’ll be sorry for the day you decided to form one and exclude Farrow from it.”

She sobbed, tears beginning to leak from her eyes. “You’re evil.”

The valet boys got impatient, calling out her name. One of them asked the other to run into the restaurant and fetch her daughters.

I needed to wrap this up.

“I am,” I confirmed, completely at ease with her observation. “You’ll be better off if you remember this simple fact. Not only am I more evil than you, I’m also more capable. Consider this your first and final warning, Vera. Leave Farrow alone.”

She burst into a fresh bout of tears, nodding.

“Now turn around and walk back to the restaurant. Look behind you, and the last thing you’ll see before you die is the flash of my blade.”

I had no intention of wasting a perfectly good knife on her, but she didn’t know that.

She nodded, faster than a bobblehead. “Okay,okay.”

I pushed her toward the street with the hilt of my knife. She stumbled over her own feet, weeping and choking.

“Mom. Ugh, where were you?” One of Vera’s spawns clung to her arm as soon as she neared. “We had to wait in the cold.”

“Not to worry, sweetie,” Vera purred, her voice business as usual. “Just went on a little cigarette break.”

“You should really give them up, you know. It’s eating at our inheritance, and it’s not like there’s much left.”

Romeo Costa:

@ZachSun, what’s with the never-ending traffic of lawyers and private investigators spilling into your house?

Romeo Costa:

Are you planning a coup?

Ollie vB:

If you are, can I be in charge of the Economic Development Administration? I love not having a job.

Ollie vB:

Scratch that.

Ollie vB:

Is the Social Security Administration available?

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