Page 312 of Wicked Brutal

I slap him. “DON’T SAY MY NAME!” I hit him again. “You killed my mom!” He reaches for me. I claw his face. “DON’T FUCKING TOUCH ME!”

“Stop!”

“I HATE YOU!” I hit him. Again. Again. “I FUCKING HATE YOU!”

“Alison!”

“GIVE HER BACK!” I slam both hands into his chest. “GIVE ME MY MOM BACK!” He catches my wrists. I kick him. “LET ME GO!”

“Stop acting like a fucking lunatic!”

I scream. “YOU KILLED MY MOM!” I tear one hand free. Hit him. “I WANT HER BACK! GIVE HER BACK! GIVE HER FUCKING BACK!”

Ryan grabs me around the waist. I fight him. “LET ME GO!”

“Ally!”

“I’LL FUCKING KILL HIM!”

“I know!”

Then—

“FEDERAL AGENTS!”

The yard explodes. Men flood the property. Black vests. Guns. Screaming. “EVERYBODY ON THE GROUND! HANDS WHERE WE CAN SEE THEM! GET DOWN!”

Ryan pulls me backward. I fight him. “MY MOM!”

“Ally, down!”

“MY FUCKING MOM!”

An agent rushes toward us. Ryan immediately puts himself between me and the gun. “DON’T POINT THAT FUCKING THING AT HER!”

“ON THE GROUND!”

“SHE’S A VICTIM!”

“RYAN!” Arthur roars, both hands above his head. “GET DOWN! ARTHUR WALSH, COUNSEL! ROMAN O’TOOLE AND VICTOR TREMBLAY ARE YOUR SUBJECTS! ALISON O’TOOLE IS A VICTIM — SHE’S PREGNANT AND INJURED!”

“DOWN!”

“WE HAVE A VICTIM ON THE STEPS! GET MEDICAL!”

Mom.

I rip away from Ryan. “Mom!”

“ALLY!”

I crawl. My palms tear against the ground. My knees hit marble. Mom’s blood soaks into my sock. “Mom.” I touch her face. Warm. She’s warm. “Mommy?” Nothing. “No.” I push her hair away. My fingers come back red. “No, no, no.” I wipe them on my skirt. Touch her again. “Mom.”

Behind me, agents hit Dad. “ON THE GROUND!”

“GET THE FUCK OFF ME!”

I turn. They’re forcing him down. I scream. “YOU KILLED HER!”