Chapter 30
- The red timer glowed like a demon’s eye on the monitor: 00:47… 00:46…
- Leo’s pistol stayed locked on the uncle’s forehead. His arm didn’t waver, but his mind screamed. Marco stared back through the camera, calm and resigned, the gun barrel pressed against his skull.
- “Choose, nephew,” the uncle said, voice dripping satisfaction. “Your fake father… or everything you’ve bled for.”