Page 99 of Maddening Fixation

Now, the headlines were echoing the very same accusation.

A wave of cold swept through me.

My pulse lurched.

For a heartbeat, I could do nothing but stare at the screen, my fingers tightening around the phone until my knuckles ached.

An entire generation of the Flynn family.

Dead.

His father. His uncles. His aunts. His relatives.

A massacre so brutal it had become national news within hours.

The man lying only a few feet away from me wasn’t just a recently released prisoner anymore.

He was the FBI’s primary suspect in one of the bloodiest family slayings Florida had ever seen.

The public had been warned not to approach him.

To report him immediately.

To stay as far away from him as possible.

My throat tightened.

A cold shiver crept down my spine as my mind struggled to reconcile the image before me with the one in the headlines.

Could a man truly slaughter his own blood?

His own family?

Every instinct screamed at me to call the authorities.

One call.

That was all it would take.

The FBI had specifically instructed the public to report any sightings of Romeo Flynn immediately.

But the thought died almost as quickly as it formed.

If the allegations were true—if this man had truly exterminated an entire generation of his own family—what chance would mine have?

Men like Romeo Flynn didn’t simply disappear into prison cells. They had loyalists. Soldiers. Entire organizations willing to kill on command.

If he survived this and discovered I’d handed him over...

I wouldn’t be the only one to pay for it.

My father. My mother.

Yarina.

Every member of the Sokolov family would become a target.

A chill crawled down my spine.