Chapter 9 - The Final Strike
August took a slow, deliberate step onto the slick wooden planks of the pier, drawing Marcus's complete attention onto himself.
"You want the offshore accounts, Marcus? They're yours," August spoke calmly, reaching inside his double-breasted overcoat as if pulling out a flash drive. "Take everything. Just give me the child."
Marcus’s eyes gleamed with greedy triumph as he leaned forward to grab the drive.
In that fraction of a second, Julian—positioned silently on the high crane above the dock—fired a single non-lethal sniper shot, shattering the wrist holding Marcus's weapon.
Marcus shrieked in pain, dropping the gun onto the ice.
August sprinted forward with incredible power, sweeping Poppy up into his left arm while slamming his heavy right fist directly into Marcus’s jaw, knocking the traitorous accountant onto the frozen deck.
The guards swarmed the pier instantly, placing Marcus in heavy iron restraints as federal agents arrived to process the arrest.
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August wrapped his heavy black coat around Poppy, holding her close against his chest as she rested her small head on his shoulder.
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