The lead bodyguard didn't even slow down. His open palm connected with the side of Luigi's face with a crack that echoed through the foyer like a gunshot, and Luigi's head snapped sideways so hard his entire body followed, spinning him halfway around before his legs gave out and he staggered into the wall with his hand pressed against his cheek and his eyes swimming with confusion because nothing in his pampered life had prepared him for the simple reality of being hit by someone who knew how to hit.
"You, you hit me?" Luigi's voice came out thick and slurred, and he was blinking rapidly like a man trying to see through water. "I'll kill you. I'll kill every single one of you, I'll kill your families, I'll burn your houses down, I'll make sure every person you've ever loved suffers for this."
Agatha's expression, which had been merely cold, turned into something that belonged in a freezer. Her grandfather, the man she loved more than anyone alive, was lying in a hospital bed right now fighting a disease that no doctor could name, hovering between life and death while she stood here listening to this worthless little worm threaten to kill her family.
"You want to talk about killing families?" Agatha's voice was so quiet it was almost a whisper, and the bodyguards went still because they knew that voice and they knew what followed it. "My grandfather is dying. He is the greatest man I have ever known, and he is lying in a hospital bed right now while I'm here wasting my time with cockroaches who think cursing at me will make them important."
"Your grandfather can rot in hell for all I care," Gwen spat, and the words left her mouth before her brain had time to review them, which was a pattern Gwen had followed her entire life and which had never once served her well.
The temperature in the room seemed to drop by ten degrees.
"Slap her," Agatha said calmly. "A hundred times."
The bodyguard closest to Gwen grabbed her by the shoulder and the first slap landed before Gwen even had time to close her mouth.
The second came from the other side, snapping her head in the opposite direction, and by the fifth Gwen's lips were swelling and by the tenth she had stopped cursing and started screaming and by the twentieth the screams had turned into something wet and broMarcus that barely sounded human anymore.
"Please, please stop, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, please stop hitting me, please, I'll do anything, please." Gwen's words came out in a blubbering stream that ran together with the blood from her split lip, and her legs had given out so that only the bodyguard's grip on her shoulder was keeping her upright.
Luigi watched his mother crumble for exactly three seconds before something stupid and brave ignited behind his eyes and he launched himself at Agatha with his fist raised and a scream tearing out of his throat that was meant to sound terrifying but came out sounding like a child throwing a tantrum.
The second bodyguard intercepted him without even shifting his stance, caught Luigi's arm mid-swing, and in one smooth efficient motion that spoke of years of professional training, twisted it behind his back and brought his boot down on the side of Luigi's right knee.
The crack was loud enough to make Eddard wince from across the room.
Luigi hit the floor like a bag of wet cement, and the sound that came out of him was not a scream or a cry but something animal and raw, a howl that came from a place beyond language where pain is the only thing that exists. He grabbed his leg with both hands and rolled onto his side and the howling didn't stop, just went on and on like a siren that nobody could turn off.
Eddard watched the entire scene from the hallway with his arms folded and his expression unreadable, and when the noise became too much he frowned and stepped forward.
"Agatha, that's enough."
She turned to him, and the ice in her face melted into something respectful and almost apologetic. "Mr. Collins, these people disrespected you in your own home. They deserve far worse than what they received."
"This is the house my parents left me," Eddard said, and his voice was calm but carried something beneath it that made even the bodyguards stand a little straighter. "I grew up in these rooms. I don't want the sound of their screaming in it because it's annoying and because this place deserves better than their noise. Make them leave, quickly."
Agatha nodded and signaled the bodyguards to release both of them. She looked down at Gwen, who was still on the ground with her face swollen and tears cutting tracks through the mess on her cheeks, and then at Luigi, who was curled around his broMarcus leg like a shrimp and making sounds that had finally quieted into a low continuous moan.
"You are being spared right now because Mr. Collins asked me to stop," Agatha said, and every word landed on Gwen and Luigi like a stone dropped from a height. "If the decision were mine alone, you would each be leaving this house missing a hand. Remember that the next time you think about coming back here."
Gwen scrambled to her feet without a word, grabbed Luigi under his arms, and dragged him toward the door while he whimpered and clutched his right leg which hung at an angle that legs are not supposed to hang at. Neither of them looked back, neither of them said a single word, and the only sounds they made were Gwen's ragged breathing and Luigi's muffled crying as they stumbled down the porch steps and across the overgrown garden path.
They made it past the villa's front gate and down the street to where Gwen had parked the car, and only when she had looked over her shoulder three times and confirmed that no one was following them did she let Luigi collapse against the side of the vehicle while she pulled out her phone with hands that were shaking so badly she had to try the passcode twice before it accepted.
She called her husband Marcus, and the moment she heard his voice on the other end, every wall she had been holding up crumbled at once and she burst into tears so violent they made her whole body shake.
"Marcus, you have to come right now, that animal Eddard had someone break Luigi's leg."
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CHAPTER 8
The lead doctor had been practicing medicine for nineteen years, and in all that time he had dealt with grieving mothers, angry fathers, patients who threw bedpans at his head, and one memorable incident involving a senator's wife and a smuggled Chihuahua, but Gwen Clarke was quickly climbing toward the top of his list of people he never wanted to see again."Ma'am, I've explained the situation to you three times now, and the answer has not changed," he said with the strained patience of a man who could feel his blood pressure climbing with each passing minute. "The VIP wards are fully reserved and there is nothing I can do to alter that arrangement.""Then un-reserve them," Gwen shrieked, and several patients in nearby rooms pressed their call buttons just to make sure a nurse was nearby in case whatever was happening in the hallway came closer. "My son is lying on a gurney with a broMarcus leg and you're telling me he has to share a room with common people who probably can't even af
CHAPTER 7
Marcus Clarke had spent twenty-three years married to Gwen, and in all that time he had learned that when she cried, something expensive was about to happen. But the sound coming through the phone right now wasn't the calculated crying she used when she wanted jewelry or a vacation, it was like broMarcus sobbing of a woman whose world had been turned inside out, and it made the hair on the back of his neck stand up."What did you say?"he said, gripping the phone so hard the case creaked. "Say that again.""Luigi's leg is broMarcus, Marcus. That filthy animal Eddard had some woman's bodyguards beat us like dogs in the street. They slapped me, Marcus, they slapped me in front of that worthless criminal like I was nothing, and then they snapped Luigi's knee like it was a twig and threw us out of the villa like garbage."The rage that hit Marcus was immediate and total, the kind of anger that starts in the gut and spreads upward until it fills the skull and turns the world a shade darker
CHAPTER 6
The lead bodyguard didn't even slow down. His open palm connected with the side of Luigi's face with a crack that echoed through the foyer like a gunshot, and Luigi's head snapped sideways so hard his entire body followed, spinning him halfway around before his legs gave out and he staggered into the wall with his hand pressed against his cheek and his eyes swimming with confusion because nothing in his pampered life had prepared him for the simple reality of being hit by someone who knew how to hit."You, you hit me?" Luigi's voice came out thick and slurred, and he was blinking rapidly like a man trying to see through water. "I'll kill you. I'll kill every single one of you, I'll kill your families, I'll burn your houses down, I'll make sure every person you've ever loved suffers for this."Agatha's expression, which had been merely cold, turned into something that belonged in a freezer. Her grandfather, the man she loved more than anyone alive, was lying in a hospital bed right now
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Chapter 4Gwen's words hung in the air like smoke from a cheap cigarette, and the woman standing in the doorway let them settle for exactly two seconds before her expression went from cold to something that could freeze water in a pipe."Who are you?" Agatha asked, and her voice carried the quiet precision of someone who asks questions not because they need the answer but because they want the other person to hear how small they sound giving it.Gwen looked Agatha up and down with the lazy contempt of a woman who has spent her entire life measuring other women by their usefulness and finding most of them lacking. "Who am I? Who are you, sweetheart? Strutting into someone else's property with bodyguards like you're some kind of queen when you're nothing but a cheap little tramp who probably spread her legs to afford that dress." She flicked her wrist toward the door. "Get out. Get out before I call the police and have you arrested for trespassing, you worthless little insect."Somethi
CHAPTER 4
The villa looked the way abandoned things always look, like something that had been holding its breath for three years and had forgotten how to exhale. Dust covered the windowsills in a fine gray layer, and the garden that Eddard's mother had once tended with such careful hands had gone wild with weeds that pushed through the stone path like they were trying to reclaim the place for nature. The porch light was dead, the mailbox was rusted shut, and the front door stuck when he turned the key because the wood had swollen in its frame from seasons of rain that nobody had been there to wipe away.Eddard stood in the doorway and let it all settle over him, the silence of the house mixing with memories that hit harder than he expected. His father reading at the kitchen table, his mother humming while she cooked, the sound of their laughter moving through rooms that now held nothing but stale air and dust. He had fought wars inside a prison, learned skills that could topple governments,
CHAPTER 3
Arya stood by the car door, watching Eddard walk away with his bag slung over one shoulder like a man leaving a hotel instead of a prison, and something about the way he moved bothered her in a place she couldn't name."Eddard, wait."He stopped but didn't turn around."You're being impulsive," she called out, and even as the words left her mouth she could hear how small they sounded against the vastness of what had just happened between them. "Tearing up that check, walking away with nothing, you're going to regret this when the reality sets in and you realize you have no money, no job, no connections."Eddard turned just enough to look at her over his shoulder, and the calm in his face was so complete it made her stomach tighten because it wasn't the calm of a man who had given up. It was something else entirely."Just don't regret it in the future, Arya."Martha let out a laugh that cut through the afternoon air like glass breaking. "Regret? Regret divorcing you? That's the funnies
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