My eyes burned into Damian as I gripped the wheelchair, shakily hauling myself upright.
His face went pale. "Your legs..."
"Damian," I hissed, venom lacing every syllable, "No wonder you kept saying it didn't matter if I never walked again and you'd take care of me forever. You never wanted me to stand. Good thing I never stopped fighting. Now pay up."
Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. Each shot tore into his left leg, precision fueled by vengeance. Let him taste the agony of being broken.
This was his debt come due.
His so-called empire? Ethan crushed it like a bug. And the ten billion I took? That buried any hope his lackeys had of bouncing back.
Betraying the family head? The syndicate's punishment was the death by a thousand cuts. But Ethan just shrugged. "Modern times," he muttered, settl
