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Swift
yet the pain remained as fr
etery, my hands buried deep inside the pockets of my black coat.
ther. The other belonged to my younger brother. My gaze lingered on the names carv
graves and placed a bouquet o
The words came out hoarse. "I'm
, silence su
aying itself, memories from t
mother had abandoned us shortly after giving birth to my younger brother, Taylor. No one knew
st the th
d me. Despite our mother'
r, he had built the Swift Organization from the ground up. They were more than business partners. They were brothers
layed vividl
mored SUV beside Taylor. My little brother was only six years old
den
alt. Taylor nearly fell from
ked pale as he
ervously, "we've
d. More cars surrounded us from behind. Armed men stepped out one after another. At least fifty of th
" I whi
reached into his coat and pulled out a combat knife. Wit
lm. Too calm. I looked a
at's hap
t your
t heavy in my
him no ma
im, confused
abou
d, sadness flashe
d a smile. "I
door and stepped outside. The cold air rushed in. I watched t
ere pointed di
showed
d out. "Let's sett
ar. The crowd immediately parted. The door opened. A man stepped out. The moment my
" my father
attended my birthdays. The man my father trusted more than anyone. Jackson C
want?" my fat
pensive suit and shrugg
ssion darkened. "
ion came so casually
ity is changing, Richard. The Swift O
lt it t
act
arrowed. "And no
father's jaw tightened. "You'd destr
ook his head. "This stopped bei
at is it
ow
rd echoed thr
spread h
t Richard Swift. Richard this. Richard that." His express
him in disbelief. "Y
ice turned cold. "
her slowly reached into his briefcase and pulled out a folder. Inside w
dened. "Da
gnor
. "Now you're b
hand didn't tremble. Not once. After
ke
quickly flipped through them. A sa
oo
me. Maybe it was over. Maybe Jackson would
inside his jacket. His smile widened. And with o
l th
ely raised their weapons. My father's ey
ared. "You have
around. "Dead men ca
fles being loaded echoed through the air. And in that moment, I real
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