Before she could reach him, one of Alexander’s men caught her instantly, dragging her back as she struggled helplessly.
“Gabriel!” she sobbed.
Alexander finally flicked the ash from his cigarette.
His voice was calm. Deadly.
“Keep going.”
She thrashed and sobbed as Gabriel was hauled up the stairs once more—only to be pushed down again.
At that moment, Sebastian stepped forward, his voice ringing loud and clear through the house.
“Mrs. Kennedy,” he said coldly, “your son shoved my brother’s wife down the stairs without a second thought for whether she would live or die. Do you truly believe our family is so weak that we would let that go?”
Mrs. Kennedy’s face drained of color.
Only now did she realize what kind of men stood before her.
These were men who didn’t fear the law. Men before whom even the police would hesitate.
And her foolish son had nearly killed someone who belonged to them.
Did he really think he would get away with it?
The answer came brutally.
Gabriel was thrown down the stairs again.
His scream tore through the house, echoing so loudly it felt as if the walls themselves were shaking.
Mrs. Kennedy staggered back, her legs giving way as she burst into tears.
“Please, Mr. Graves!” she cried. “I swear I won’t let Gabriel come anywhere near your wife again! He’s still young! He doesn’t understand. He’s foolish—”
“My wife is also very young,” Alexander’s voice cut through her words like ice, echoing through the house. “Yet she doesn’t go around trying to kill people.”
Alexander’s gaze turned murderous.
“You raised a rabid dog,” he continued. “And rabid dogs are put down before they bite again.”
Mrs. Kennedy let out a broken sob and tore herself free from the men holding her. She fell to her knees in front of Alexander, her forehead hitting the floor.
“I’m begging you!” she cried. “Please forgive my son! I’ll teach him a lesson—I swear! He will never appear before your wife again. He won’t even look in her direction! If he ever does, you can take everything—our property, our wealth—everything! Please, Mr. Graves… please let him live.”
Alexander looked down at her with chilling indifference.
Then, he lifted two fingers.
At the top of the stairs, the men holding Gabriel obeyed instantly.
They released him.
Gabriel tumbled down the stairs once more, his body crashing violently against the steps, the sound echoing through the house.
This time, no one dragged him back up.
Mrs. Kennedy screamed and crawled toward Gabriel, clutching him as she sobbed hysterically.
