Chapter 8 - A Sister’s Warning
As Marcus hurried out of the room to execute the orders, the heavy silence settled back over the study. Clara walked slowly over to my mother’s wheelchair, kneeling beside her to adjust the woolen blanket over her legs.
“You didn't have to do that,” Clara whispered, her eyes meeting mine across the desk. “You could have handed me over to Marcus. It would have solved your immediate problem.”
“I don't solve problems by feeding innocent people to wolves, Clara,” I replied, walking over and pouring a glass of scotch from the crystal decanter. “Even when those people happen to be my newly discovered half-sister.”
Clara offered a sad, fleeting smile. “My father always said you were ruthless, Bennett. He used to read about your corporate takeovers in the newspapers after he left us. But he never mentioned that you had a conscience.”
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“My father was a coward who ran from his debts,” I said harshly, taking a slow sip of the amber liquid. “Don't mistake my restraint for goodness.”
“Maybe not,” Clara said, standing up and dusting off her apron. “But if you’re going to survive what the Salvatores and the federal government are planning for you tomorrow morning, you’re going to need more than guns and accountants. You’re going to need someone who has nothing to lose.”
