Chapter 20 - The Ultimate Eradication of the Poisonous Bloodline
Arthur provided heavy,
suppressing fire,
blasting large,
destructive chunks of wood and expensive granite away from the beautiful kitchen counter where Julian was hiding,
forcing the wounded,
bleeding assassin to keep his head down in absolute,
terrified survival mode.
I used the chaotic,
deafening distraction to crawl swiftly,
silently across the cold hardwood floor,
slipping expertly,
unnoticed into the dark,
shadowy dining room that flanked the modern kitchen,
flanking his heavily fortified,
defensive position.
I reached into my dark boot,
pulling out the heavy,
razor-sharp hunting knife I had brought as an absolute,
desperate last resort,
my heart pounding fiercely,
rhythmically like a massive,
ancient war drum in my chest,
my mind totally clear,
totally focused.
Julian realized his tactical error too late,
hearing the subtle,
soft scrape of my heavy boot on the floorboards behind him,
pivoting wildly,
desperately with his heavy,
silenced pistol,
his dark,
murderous eyes wide with sudden,
shocking panic.
Before he could fully,
accurately aim the deadly weapon at my chest,
I lunged forward violently,
aggressively with every single ounce of strength I possessed,
driving the heavy,
sharp blade deeply,
forcefully into the vulnerable,
unarmored gap of his tactical vest,
right below his collarbone.
He screamed loudly,
a pathetic,
gurgling sound of absolute,
pure agony,
dropping his heavy,
expensive gun instantly as his hands desperately,
uselessly grabbed at my wrists,
his incredible,
imposing strength failing rapidly as warm,
dark blood spilled quickly over my shaking hands.
I twisted the sharp blade ruthlessly,
mercilessly,
staring directly,
intensely into his rapidly fading,
terrified eyes,
making sure he saw the absolute,
unforgiving monster that his cruel,
evil family had successfully,
unintentionally created out of a loving,
innocent wife.
"This is for my son,"
I whispered coldly,
my voice a dark,
chilling promise that cut entirely,
deeply through the chaotic noise of the raging storm,
"your toxic,
poisonous bloodline ends entirely,
permanently right here,
on my kitchen floor."
Julian collapsed heavily,
weakly onto the expensive,
imported tiles,
gasping frantically,
desperately for breath,
his arrogant,
confident facade completely,
utterly destroyed by the absolute,
terrifying realization that he had drastically,
fatally underestimated a mother's fierce,
boundless rage.
Arthur stepped carefully,
cautiously into the kitchen,
keeping his heavy rifle trained directly,
unwaveringly on the dying,
bleeding man,
nodding slowly,
respectfully at me,
his old eyes filled with a mixture of dark,
solemn awe and profound,
absolute relief.
We called Sarah immediately,
who instantly dispatched the waiting,
heavily armed federal tactical units to our exact,
precise location,
the massive swarm of flashing,
bright police cruisers arriving rapidly,
aggressively through the heavy,
pouring rain just minutes later.
They dragged Julian's weak,
pathetic body out of my beautiful,
shattered home,
loading him roughly,
carelessly into the back of a heavily guarded,
secure ambulance,
ensuring he would survive just long enough to face a massive,
inescapable federal tribunal for his violent,
unforgivable crimes.
When the chaotic,
bloody mess was finally cleared,
and the dark,
raging storm had eventually,
slowly passed,
I stood quietly,
peacefully on the broken,
glass-covered porch,
watching the beautiful,
golden sun rise majestically over the calm,
blue ocean.
Later that exact same day,
the armored federal SUV returned slowly,
safely down the long gravel driveway,
and little Leo jumped excitedly,
happily from the heavy vehicle,
running rapidly,
joyfully into my waiting,
open arms.
I hugged him incredibly tightly,
burying my tear-stained face in his soft,
fragrant hair,
knowing with absolute,
unshakeable,
and profound certainty that the dark,
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terrifying shadows of the past had finally,
truly been eradicated from our lives forever.
