Chapter 87 Unfinished Business
Rick had just finished spilling everything—every illegal brothel they ran, every hidden operation, every dirty secret they thought was buried deep. His breath was ragged, his face pale from blood loss. An arm and a leg had been shot, and while the wounds weren’t fatal, he needed medical attention soon. He had done exactly what Liam wanted, told him everything. That meant Liam would spare him... right?
Rick’s hope clung desperately to that thought. He had done his part. He had been forced into this situation; he wasn’t the mastermind. He was just following orders. As Liam stood there, silent and still, Rick felt his nerves break. He pushed himself up slightly, groaning in pain, and looked up at Liam with pleading eyes.
"Please... don’t go." His voice was weak, filled with desperation.
Liam arched a brow, confused. "I’m not going anywhere."
Rick let out a shuddering breath of relief. "Thank God," he whispered, then swallowed hard before speaking again. "Call an ambulance, man. Please. I beg you."
Liam stared down at him, dumbstruck. Did this fool really think he was getting out of this alive? Had he forgotten the last time Liam spared him? That mistake had nearly cost Ann her life. It had put Vanessa in danger. It had made Liam feel something he hadn’t felt in a long time—true, unchecked rage. He wasn’t about to make the same mistake twice.
"I said I wouldn’t give you a slow death, didn’t say I would let you go"
Slowly, Liam raised his gun, his expression unreadable. Rick’s eyes widened in horror as he saw the barrel aimed directly at his forehead. He raised his uninjured hand shakily, as if that small gesture could stop the inevitable.
"Wait—"