By My Rules - Chapter 8

Chapter 8 When the police lights flashed outside the estate, the guest section collapsed into chaos. Several mafia figures who had done business with Drake reacted instantly by trying to run. However, the exits were already lined with federal agents and armed officers. Search warrants were held up one after another, and names were called out, one by one. The color finally drained from Drake's face. Only now did he understand that tonight was never about humiliating him. I was here to rip him out by the roots. "You tipped off the feds?" he stared at me, disbelief written all over his face.

"Tt wasn't me," I said calmly. "You just left too much behind. When a man gets greedy enough, he eventually sells himself out." "Violet!" he growled, his voice low and strained. "Are you really going to take it that far?" "Too far?" I echoed. "When you trampled on me, our child, and the family to climb your way up, did that not feel too far to you?" Two agents stepped forward to take him. Drake struggled against them, then turned his head toward me, lowering his voice. "You think you'll walk away clean if fall?

You know exactly how many of those accounts have your signature on them." My expression didn't change. "That's why I'm here today, to hear everything you need to say." He choked on his words. I was never afraid of him turning on me. The moment I had decided to make this move, I had put myself on the line. The consigliere of a mafia family wouldn't hold her position with tears; she held it with cuts and with sacrifice. While everything fell apart, Lina was still crying. She clutched the hem of her wedding dress and stumbled toward me, almost collapsing at my feet. "Miss Violet, I was wrong.

I was really wrong." Her voice was hoarse. "I never meant for things to end up like this. I just wanted a name and a status. I thought he really liked me." Looked down at her but didn't respond right away. She had probably never looked so broken before. Her makeup was smeared, her lashes clumped together, and her fingers were trembling uncontrollably. She was hateful, yes, but in front of Drake, she had only ever been another disposable tool. "Do you know why I didn't have you taken care of earlier?" I asked. Lina froze, staring at me.

"Because compared to you, I wanted everyone to see exactly how Drake treats someone he swears he'|I protect." Her lips turned pale. It took her a long moment before she managed to ask, "Then... what do I do now?" "Stay alive," I said flatly. "And remember this: next time, don't hand your life over to a man who only knows how to use you." Thad someone take her away and settle her elsewhere. Alive, she was far more valuable than dead. What she knew was enough to dig up another layer of information from the people still surrounding Drake.