Chapter 7 - Revenge in the Rain
Torrential rain poured over Terminal 4 at the Port of Newark. Giant rust-red shipping containers towered into the stormy sky like monolithic tombstones.
The black armored Maybach pulled to a stop in the center of the vast, open dry dock. Headlights cut through the blinding downpour, illuminating a chair suspended forty feet in the air by a heavy industrial crane rope.
Tied to the chair, gagged and sobbing, was my sister Lily.
Standing on a raised steel gantry thirty yards away was Victor Sterling—a silver-haired, immaculate man in a cashmere coat, surrounded by twenty heavily armed mercenaries. Beside him, trembling in a soaked jacket with his arm in a sling, was Evan.
Damian stepped out of the driver’s side, clad in a sleek tactical suit, holding the iron steel box in one hand.
He walked around to the passenger side, opened the door, and gently lifted me out, setting me down so I could lean securely against the side of the armored car, visible to everyone.
“You brought her,” Victor sneered over a megaphone, his voice echoing off the steel containers. “Excellent. Kick the box into the center of the yard, Damian! Then get on your knees!”
Evan stepped forward to the edge of the gantry, his bruised face twisted in psychotic glee. “Look at you, Maya!” Evan screamed over the wind and rain. “Leaning on a mobster! You thought you were so much better than me! Look where your little pack of secrets got you!”
I stood tall, clutching the door of the Maybach, my eyes locking onto Evan with pure disdain.
“You’re a sniveling little coward, Evan,” I called out, my voice ringing clear through the storm. “You couldn’t even break my spirit when I was lying on the floor. You’re nothing but Victor’s lapdog.”
Evan’s face contorted in rage. “Shoot her! Victor, shoot her now!”
“Silence, you fool!” Victor growled, shoving Evan back. He looked down at Damian. “The box, Cross! Or I press the crane release button right now!”
“Here’s your box, Victor,” Damian said calmly.
Damian didn’t kick the box. He threw it—not at the ground, but directly into the massive electrical junction box mounting the crane tower.
BOOM!
The heavy iron box smashed into the high-voltage transformers. A massive shower of blue electrical sparks exploded into the night sky, blinding Victor’s mercenaries and cutting the primary power to the entire terminal!
The crane froze in place! Lily remained suspended safely in the air!
“NOW!” Damian roared.
From the surrounding shipping containers, Lev and thirty of Damian’s elite snipers unleashed an avalanche of suppressive fire! The darkness was ripped apart by muzzle flashes!
Mercenaries dropped like leaves in an autumn storm!
Damian drew twin pistols, leaping over the hood of the Maybach and charging up the steel stairs of the gantry like a demon unleashed!
“Kill them! Kill them all!” Victor screamed, sprinting toward an escape ladder behind the crane housing.
Evan, panicked and desperate, grabbed a dropped handgun from a fallen guard and aimed it directly at my chest from the lower railing! “If I go down, you go with me, bitch!”
I didn’t freeze. I didn’t scream.
I reached inside the open door of the Maybach, grabbed the custom shotgun Damian had mounted beside the seat, rested the barrel over the armored door, and pulled the trigger.
THUNDER!
The heavy 12-gauge blast hit Evan square in the chest, blasting him backward off the gantry. He plunged forty feet into the dark, churning water of the harbor below, swallowed instantly by the tide.
Above us on the main gantry, Damian cornered Victor Sterling against the edge of the railing.
Victor pulled a hidden derringer pistol, firing a desperate shot into Damian’s shoulder. Damian didn’t even flinch. He grabbed Victor by the throat, lifted the billionaire off his feet, and slammed him against the steel frame.
“Nineteen years, Victor,” Damian whispered into the dying man’s ear as rain washed the blood from his cheek. “Daniel Whitmore sends his regards.”
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Damian snapped his wrist downward, hurling Victor Sterling over the railing.
The man who had destroyed my family fell into the concrete abyss below, his reign of terror coming to a sudden, absolute end.
