Chapter 11 - The Ghost Returns
Vincent stared at the silver lighter as his blood ran completely cold.
He remembered the exact day he had gifted it to his younger brother.
Victor Thorne had not been lying with his dying breath on the pier.
Julian Carrow was actually alive.
The man Vincent had mourned for fifteen years was the true architect of this nightmare.
Vincent slammed the wooden box shut with shaking hands.
He immediately ordered his new security team to lock down the entire estate.
Leah walked into the library with a warm smile that instantly faded.
She saw the pale, terrifying expression on Vincent's face and knew something was terribly wrong.
He told her to pack a bag for Maisie right this second.
Leah did not ask questions when she heard the grim urgency in his voice.
Vincent finally understood the puzzle pieces he had been missing.
Julian had not sent Thorne to kill the little girl.
He had sent Thorne to kidnap his only living granddaughter.
Julian wanted to take Maisie and mold her into the ruthless mob heir that his own son Leo had refused to be.
Vincent pulled his heavy tactical pistol from his mahogany desk drawer.
He checked the magazine and racked the slide with a sharp metallic click.
He swore to himself that he would burn Philadelphia to the ground before he let his brother touch that little girl.
His secure encrypted phone suddenly buzzed on the desk.
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Vincent picked it up and saw a text message from his father's heavily guarded penthouse.
The message was a single, terrifying picture of Carmine Carrow lying unconscious on his living room floor in a pool of blood.
