Chapter 2 - The Arrival of JusticeThe figure stepping out of the night fog was Victoria Vance, Victor’s estranged older sister and the former head of the family’s global security syndicate. Her eyes swept across the horrifying scene in a fraction of a second—her sister-in-law lying motionless on the floor, little Mia cowering in terror, and Victor standing over them with a cold smirk still lingering on his face.
"Well, well, well," Victoria’s voice cut through the silence like a razor blade. "It looks like the trash is finally trying to take over the house."
Victor’s calm facade faltered for a microsecond. His hand tightened around the handle of his cane. "Victoria. You’re trespassing on private property. This was... an unfortunate domestic accident."
"An accident?" Victoria scoffed, taking slow, deliberate steps toward them as three federal marshals fanned out behind her, securing the perimeter. "Falling down a double staircase with a blunt force trauma fracture to the back of the skull? Since when did physics become a family tradition, Victor?"
Mia scrambled away from her mother’s side and sprinted toward Victoria, burying her face in Victoria's tailored trench coat. Victoria wrapped a protective arm around the little girl, glaring daggers at her brother.
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"She did it," Mia whispered fiercely, pointing a trembling finger at Victor. "He pushed her! I saw him on the landing!"
Victor’s eyes narrowed into slits. He realized the game was up, but a desperate cornered animal always strikes the hardest. He reached inside his jacket, his hand darting toward a concealed holster. "If I'm going down, I'm taking you all with me—"
