Page 42 of The Bodyguard

I don’t waste time in taking on his goons. They’re smart and fast, but I’m on a deadline and vicious.

When Benjamin sees me flatten his guys he tries to escape. I grab a heavy crystal vase off a table to finish it over the head of the last of his guards and then I go for my uncle.

I grab him around the neck and heave him to the floor. He’s twice as heavy as I am, but he’s got no muscle. I flip him around and on one knee I wrap my arm around his neck. Pressing until he’s gasping for breath.

“You know what’s the difference between you and I?” I ask close to his ear.

“I’m a killer. You’re a fucking murderer, a coward.” I press harder. He’s so unfit he’s already losing oxygen. His eyes bulge.

“Kayne,” he stammers, struggling for air. “Kayne, please, take everything you want. All the money. Don’t kill me, please,” he sobs.

I fling him aside onto his back and shove my boot into his throat. I reach for his laptop.

“Password.”

“Six three nine two five four eight six six six.”

I scan the bank accounts then all his offshore accounts. I transfer everything into another bank account, one that belongs to a bank in Strohamden.”

“Please, please don’t kill me. If you want revenge, take one of my sons and do to him what I did to you.”

I slowly set the laptop down. A hundred and eighty billion dollars lifted from his biggest account. I don’t care what happens to the rest of it.

I look down at the man with my boot against his throat.

“If you pleaded for your life because you had children who loved you, I might have let you live. But then maybe not. I’m going to crush you because you killed my parents.”

Shock that I know registers all over his face.

I don’t even think twice about what I’m doing. My boot presses down. I feel a lifetime of rage leave my body.

When I walk out the door, I don’t look back.

His kids are better off without a father who would trade their lives for his own.

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