“Or?”
Harris stepped in again — eyes cold and calculating.
“Or,” he said smoothly, “you avoid chaos right now.”
His gaze slid to the baby.
“Give us the woman.”
Vasquez’s lips curved into something smug.
“Elena is the final piece I need to complete the puzzle — and you know it,” he said calmly, his eyes cold and unshaken. “I won’t let anyone stand in my way.”
Complete the puzzle?
What sick fantasy was he building?
Ruslan suddenly threw his head back and laughed.
It wasn’t amused.
It was dangerous.
The kind of laugh that signaled someone had crossed a line too far.
The sound made chills run down my spine.
He looked back at Vasquez.
“Tell me something.”
His tone turned razor sharp. “Why did you have Elena’s mother killed?”
The question sliced through the room.
Harris blinked.
My father’s face darkened instantly.
Ruslan continued. “Your own wife.”
“And your son.”
He leaned slightly forward. “A potential heir.”
He stared directly at my father.
“You orchestrated a plane crash that took both of their lives. Why?” His voice cut through the room. “Elena deserves to know the truth.”
Vasquez’s jaw tightened.
His expression shifted. “And you think I’m going to start confessing just because we’re in an interrogation room?” he said, letting out a low, mocking laugh. “Do you think I’m here for some pointless question-and-answer session?”
His eyes locked onto the room like he owned it.
“Are you trying to humiliate me? I see you’ve been digging into my past — keep digging. There’s still more to uncover.”
His lips curled slowly.
