Chapter 37
The two bank staff never thought their greed would drag them into a mess this deep.
They’d set their sights on that hundred million bucks mostly because they figured Ruth was just some average housewife.
To them, it was simple: like mother, like daughter.
But it seemed they were deadly wrong.
A normal mom with a daughter as fierce as a scorpion? No way, but it was happening here.
“Are these two even related?” the greeter mumbled under her breath.
Her legs were giving in.
Raven’s head jerked up at the sound, her eyes locking onto them.
That cold, almost blank stare hit them hard, and their bodies flinched back without thinking.
The greeter peeked at Tyler. He looked so pathetic and was crumpling under Raven’s foot.
The greeter stuttered, “I–I’m telling you, this is a police station! Don’t do anything dumb!”
The teller jumped in, nodding quick.
“Yeah, yeah!” she chimed in, her voice shaking. “Let us off, and we’ll cover for you–say Tyler tripped and messed himself up!”
Raven let out a quiet, dry chuckle at their offer.
Before she could answer, Brynjar burst into the holding room, right behind her.
“Boss!” he called, his voice heavy with respect.
Right on his tail was Ryan–the guy who’d shown up at Grayson Memorial Hospital to back Dane.
“Mr. Lawson!” the teller yelped, his face lighting up with hope.
The greeter and teller clocked Ryan and instantly straightened up, like he was their ticket out, their expressions glowing with relief.
The greeter didn’t waste a second.
She shouted at Ryan, “Director Lawson? This girl attacked all the cops here! Call some guys in here to take her down!”
Ryan’s breath caught at her words.
‘Take her down?‘ he thought. ‘I’d have to be out of my mind to try that!‘
Before he could get a word out, Raven turned to Brynjar, her voice ice–cold. “They hurt my mom’s hands. Break theirs first.”
“On it!” Brynjar shot back, no hesitation,
The greeter and teller’s eyes popped wide, floored.
They couldn’t believe it–Ryan was right there, and Raven still had the nerve to come for them.
Ryan outranked Tyler by a long shot.
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If Raven got on his bad side, she’d have every cop in the station on her tail.
Worse, Ryan could phone upstairs, slap a warrant and a kill order on her, easy!
The greeter’s pulse raced as Brynjar stepped closer.
“You wouldn’t dare!” she screeched. “This is a police station, and Mr. Lawson’s right–agh!”
Her voice broke off as pain ripped through her hands.
At the same time, a loud “crack” rang out from the teller’s wrist–bone breaking clean.
Ryan didn’t even glance their way.
Instead, he moved toward Ruth–still a bit out of it–his nerves on high alert.
In a quick move, he unlocked the interrogation chair and cuffs holding her, keeping himself as small as possible.
“You alright?” he asked, voice careful. “This is my fault–my crew messed up, and you got dragged into it.”
Ruth shook her head, her tone gentle. “I’m okay.”
As long as Raven was fine, that was all that counted to her.
Meanwhile, Tyler started to push past the worst of his pain.
He saw Ryan’s move and hollered, “Sir, no! You can’t just let her go!”
Raven tilted her head down, tossing Tyler a quick, bored look.
Then, slow and steady, she lifted her foot and moved it toward his other hand.
