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Three privileged college boys shattered my nineteen-year-old daughter’s jaw in six places, then laughed because they believed their families could buy her silence. What they didn’t know was that the quiet father standing beside her hospital bed was once the most feared anonymous mafia boss on the East Coast—and they had just dragged me out of retirement. / Chapter 7 / 10

Chapter 7 - The Final Hour

Harrison Whitmore turned back to me, his hands shaking as he placed his scotch on the table. The arrogant titan of finance was gone, replaced by a terrified old man who remembered the dark history of the city.

"What do you want?" Harrison whispered. "Money? Ten million? Twenty million? Name your price, Walker... I mean, sir. I'll transfer it to any offshore account right now."

"I don't want your money," I said. "Your money is dirty. It built the monster sitting next to you."

I pointed a finger at Tyler.

"Here is what is going to happen," I said, setting down a piece of paper. "First, your family will immediately donate fifty million dollars to Mercy General Hospital’s pediatric trauma department, anonymously."

Harrison nodded rapidly. "Done. It’ll be done in an hour."

"Second," I continued, "Tyler will walk into the Central Police Station. He will hand over his phone, which contains the raw video of the attack. He will confess fully, without a legal team attempting to delay or plea-bargain his sentence."

Tyler jumped out of his chair. "What?! No way! Grandpa, you can't let him do this! I'll go to prison for ten years!"

"SHUT UP!" Harrison screamed at his grandson, slamming his hand on the table. He looked back at me, tears of sheer panic forming in his old eyes. "If... if he does this... do you promise to leave my family alone? Do you promise the ledger stays hidden?"

"The ledger stays buried as long as your family stays away from my daughter for the rest of your lives," I replied. "If Tyler tries to recant his confession, or if any member of your family ever looks in my daughter’s direction again... I won't just ruin your bank, Harrison. I will erase your name from history."

Harrison grabbed Tyler by the coat collar, dragging the trembling twenty-one-year-old toward the door.

"We are going to the police station right now," Harrison hissed to his grandson.

"Grandpa, please!" Tyler sobbed.

"You brought this on us, you foolish boy!" Harrison yelled. "You attacked the daughter of a demon!"

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