Page 58 of Maddening Fixation

The verdict had already been passed.

They were going to die.

I owed my freedom to my grandmother, and I would honor her memory until my last breath.

But I would not dishonor her by allowing her murderers to walk free.

I turned slowly toward Keegan, my voice dropping to a lethal calm.

“Take them outside.”

He nodded once.

“Strip every last one of them bare. Let the cold bite first.”

My gaze locked on the Flynn family, eyes flat and merciless.

“They’re going to watch each other bleed out. Slowly. Screaming my name.”

Keegan and Bodgan carried out my command without hesitation.

The room erupted into chaos.

Chairs scraped violently across the floor.

Family members cried out as they were hauled to their feet.

Expensive suits, dresses, jewelry, and every symbol of Flynn pride were stripped away, leaving only frightened people clinging to what little dignity remained.

“Please, Romeo!” one uncle cried, dropping to his knees before Keegan dragged him upright. “Have mercy!”

“We’re family!” another shouted desperately.

My father struggled the hardest.

“You can’t do this!” he roared.

Even he heard the fear cracking his own voice.

I watched without expression.

No satisfaction. No hesitation.

Only cold resolve.

One by one, they were driven toward the front doors until the grand dining hall stood nearly empty.

Only Grandfather remained where I had ordered him to stay.

Blood from Sergei’s body continued to spread slowly across the marble floor.

The metallic scent lingered in the air.

Yarina stood a few steps behind me, pale but composed, her eyes moving between me and the old man.

I looked directly at my grandfather.

“It’s true,” I said, my voice unnervingly calm. “You have a bargaining chip.”