Chapter 45 - The End of the Line
David Vance went completely limp in Ronan’s grip, the manic fire in his eyes dying instantly into a hollow, defeated void.
“No... that’s impossible,” David whispered, staring at the blue screen in total disbelief. “No one can crack that hash in under an hour...”
“You taught me everything I know about lazy accounting, David,” I said quietly, closing my laptop lid with a soft snap and standing up from the concrete floor.
Ronan let go of his grip, letting David collapse unceremoniously onto the dusty floor like a broken doll. Ronan pulled out his encrypted satellite phone, dialing his head enforcer with cold precision.
“Bring the transport van down to the lower culvert,” Ronan instructed into the receiver. “We have a package for the federal penitentiary’s maximum-security wing. Make sure he travels in solitary confinement.”
He snapped the phone shut, turned around, and pulled me into his arms, burying his face in my neck. The terrifying tension that had gripped his massive frame slowly began to dissolve as he realized the threat to our family had been permanently extinguished.
“You saved us,” Ronan murmured against my skin, his voice thick with raw emotion. “Again.”
“We saved each other, Mr. Cain,” I whispered, wrapping my arms around his neck and kissing him softly.
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Thirty minutes later, David Vance was zip-tied, hooded, and tossed into the back of an unmarked federal transport vehicle, destined for a concrete cell where he would never see the sun again.
The last ghost of our past had finally been laid to rest.
