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"No discussion," Phantom says flatly.
"I can pay you. Whatever you've lost, I'll double it. Triple it." His voice is calm but his hand on the pistol is shaking. "There's money in the safe. Three million dollars. It's yours. Just walk away."
"We're not here for money," Shadow says.
"Then what do you want?"
I step forward. "Justice. For Ivar. For everyone you've tortured and killed. For the families you've destroyed."
Recognition flashes in Sebastián's eyes. "Ah. How touching."
He realizes then that there's no negotiating out of this.
His bodyguards see it too.
One of them goes for his weapon. Phantom shoots him before the gun clears his holster.
The other one freezes, hands up, weapon clattering to the floor.
"Please," he says. "I have kids. Please."
Shadow shoots him anyway.
Now it's just Sebastián.
He's still holding his pistol but he knows it's over.
Three guns trained on him and no way out.
"You think killing me ends this?" he asks. "LosCoyotes is bigger than me. Someone else will take over. This changes nothing."
"Maybe," Phantom says. "But you won't be around to see it."
Sebastián's face hardens. "Then at least let me die with some dignity. Not executed like a dog."
"You don't deserve dignity," I say, thinking about Ivar's missing hand, about Helle's nightmares, about three years of her running and hiding because of what this man's organization did. "But you can have it quick. That's more than you gave your victims."
He looks at each of us and raises his pistol.
We all fire at once.
He goes down hard, body jerking from multiple impacts, pistol falling from his hand.
We stand there for a moment, looking at his body.
The man who terrorized three motorcycle clubs.
Who tortured Ivar.
Who's been running Los Coyotes operations in Texas.
Dead on his own expensive carpet.
It should feel like victory.
Instead it just feels heavy.
"Take photos," Phantom says. "We need proof."
