Chapter 212
Chapter 212:
Alistair nodded once and carried Arthur out.
Skye turned to Petunia. She walked over to a Ming vase standing on a pedestal—a vase Petunia had always prized above everything else.
Skye picked it up. It was heavy.
“You let your son chain his own uncle to a pipe?” Skye asked softly.
“We needed the money!” Petunia sobbed. “The accounts were frozen! We had nowhere to go p>
“You had a choice,” Skye said.
She raised the vase. Victor cowered on the floor.
“Please!” Victor begged. “Don’t p>
Skye looked at the vase, then at Victor’s terrified face. She realized the vase was worth more than his life.
She turned and smashed the vase into the mirror behind Petunia.
The crash was explosive. Glass rained down on Petunia, who shrieked and covered her head.
“Get out,” Skye whispered. “Before I decide to use the next one on your skull p>
The sound of the shattering mirror seemed to hang in the air, a sharp punctuation mark to the violence of the night. Skye stood amid the shards, her chest heaving, the adrenaline crash leaving her dizzy.
Alistair re-entered the house. He was drenched, his shirt smeared with mud and Arthur’s blood. He walked straight to Skye and grabbed her wrist, checking for cuts.
“Don’t get your hands dirty on trash,” he said, his voice low and intimate amid the chaos. “The police are five minutes out. We need to go p>
“I’m not leaving until they’re in cuffs,” Skye said, staring at Victor.
Suddenly, tires screeched in the driveway. A car engine roared, followed by the sound of a vehicle slamming into the back of Alistair’s SUV.
“What the hell?” Alistair turned.
𝗗𝗮𝗶𝗹𝘆 𝘂𝗽𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗲𝘀 𝗼𝗻 𝗯𝗲.𝗰𝗼𝗺
“Boss!” Felix’s voice crackled over the radio. “We have a breach! Someone just rammed the blockade! It’s a stolen ambulance p>
Liam Kensington burst through the open front door.
He looked like a revenant. He was soaked, his clothes torn, his arm in a sling, his face a mask of dried blood and fresh rain. He was still wearing a hospital gown tucked into stolen trousers, a testament to his escape during the transfer.
“He escaped the paramedics,” Alistair growled, positioning himself between Skye and the door. “Vane must have paid off the driver p>
He saw Victor on the floor.
A roar ripped from Liam’s throat. It wasn’t human. It was the sound of a man who had lost everything and found a target for his pain.
“You touched her!” Liam screamed.
He charged. He didn’t see the guards. He didn’t see Alistair. He only saw Victor.
He kicked Victor in the ribs with a sickening crunch.
Victor howled, curling into a ball. “Liam! Stop! I’m sorry p>
“You drugged her!” Liam kicked him again. He stumbled, his balance compromised by his own injuries, but he regained his footing with manic desperation. “You put her in my bed like a whore! She is my wife p>