“First...”
My voice was little more than a quiet murmur, yet it carried enough authority to make both men instinctively straighten.
“We find my sister.”
The smile vanished.
“Sarah.”
For the first time since walking out of Ravencliff, something flickered beneath the anger.
Grief.
“I want to know where she’s buried.”
My gaze remained fixed on the horizon. “I owe her an apology.”
The words were barely audible. “And after I pay my respects...
“We’ll begin collecting the debts the Flynn family has owed me for ten long years.”
I paused.
“And after that...”
A cold, murderous calm settled over me. “We burn the Flynn family to the bloody ground.”
Neither man questioned the order.
Neither flinched. Neither offered a word of caution.
They simply nodded.
“We’ve managed to gather every last member of the Flynn family under one roof.”
Keegan’s voice carried quiet satisfaction as he stepped closer, casting a glance over his shoulder at the sea of black suits stretching across the prison yard.
“They’re all there, Boss.”
A slow grin spread across his face.
“Your father. Your uncles. Your cousins.”
He let the silence linger for a moment before adding,
“And your brother.”
The last two words struck like a match against dry tinder.
“They’re having one of their extravagant family dinners at Flynn Manor tonight,” he continued. “From what our people have learned, they’re celebrating another business deal.”
His smile widened.
“They have no idea Ravencliff released you this morning.”
A quiet laugh escaped him. “And they certainly don’t know you’re coming home.”
I stared past him toward the horizon.