I snatched the agreement off the table, ripped it to shreds, and flung the pieces straight into Beverly's face. Then I turned and headed for the door.
I was done. With my gifts, I could make eight million dollars anywhere.
"Leaving? Not that easy." Dean's eyes turned venomous in an instant. He snapped his fingers, the sound sharp as a cracking whip.
Four or five hulking men rushed in and locked the door behind them.
I tried to force my way through. The moment I reached the door, the guards shoved me back with brutal force.
I stumbled and hit the ground hard. My forehead caught the sharp corner of the coffee table, and something warm immediately trickled down from my temple.
"Let me go!" I struggled to get up.
But Dean walked over and stood above me.
He pulled out his phone, unhurried, almost leisurely, and dialed a video call. Then he shoved the screen in my face.
"Recognize this place?"
One glance was all it took. Every drop of blood in my body went cold.
The video showed my grandmother's nursing home.
Inside the ICU, several men were shoving nurses aside. One of them already had his hand on the breathing tube—the tube keeping my grandmother alive.