Chapter 12 - A Mother’s Wrath
The bathroom door splintered inward. Claire stood over the vanity, holding Leo tightly with her left arm. In her right hand, she gripped a heavy brass fire extinguisher she had ripped from the wall mount.
Derek aimed the pistol directly at her face, his eyes bloodshot and crazed. ""Open the emergency door! We jump onto the tarmac or I pull this trigger!""
""You took everything from me, Derek,"" Claire said, her voice dropping into a low, lethal register. ""You made me beg on the concrete. You made my baby starve.""
""Shut up and move!"" Derek yelled, his finger tightening on the trigger.
Claire didn't flinch. Instead of retreating, she swung the heavy brass extinguisher with all her strength, aiming not for his gun, but for his fractured collarbone.
The metal struck with a sickening crunch. Derek screamed in agony, dropping the pistol onto the tiles. Before he could recover, Claire drove her knee straight into his groin. As he doubled over, she slammed the brass canister down onto the back of his head.
Derek collapsed onto the carpeted aisle, unconscious, blood pooling beneath his temple.
Claire picked up the fallen pistol, kicked Derek's limp body out of her way, and walked to the front exit of the Gulfstream. She stepped onto the upper platform under the floodlights, holding her son in one arm and keeping the gun pointed firmly at the tarmac.
The enforcers below froze. Hector Rossi looked up, seeing the young woman standing tall against the night sky, her gaze filled with lethal resolve.
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Pierce glanced up at his daughter, a faint, proud smile touching his lips. He turned back to Hector.
""The debt is cleared, Hector,"" Pierce said coldly. ""I will sign a non-interference pact for your Marseille port operations on one condition: you take Derek and Evelyn Vance, and ensure they spend the rest of their natural lives working off their debts in your deepest labor operations.""
