Forty-One
Thanks to Memphis’s hard work, the inside of the clubhouse had been remodelled. The basement, once nothing more than a storage zone, had been completely remodelled to serve as a safe room for the children, complete with a full fridge, snack cupboard, and a nap area. A thick steel door with an encoded lock in case of an attack blocked outside entry to the room. Kennedy knew she had to lead them. It more than just a birthright. It was a legacy; one she would eventually pass on to her son. She stared the men and women around her down. "As you can clearly see, I had my son a few months ago, and I’m back with a vengeance. Francis Thomas Rubin-Slade is my heir. If anyone f***s with my family, just know that I won’t think twice about killing anyone in the most painful way possible." Thomas, wh
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