Maya's POV
Marcus Walsh holds the knife like he knows how to use it.
"Run!" Derek shouts.
But I freeze. My legs won't move. This man has Hope's photo. He's been watching my baby.
"Nobody runs." Marcus steps closer. The blade catches sunlight. "We settle this right here."
Derek pushes me behind him. "Leave them alone, Marcus. Your fight is with me."
"My fight is with everyone who benefited from James's empire." Marcus's eyes are wild. Dangerous. "You stole my inheritance. My birthright. Everything that should have been mine."
"I didn't know you existed!" Derek's voice stays calm. "James hid you from everyone."
"He was ashamed of me." Marcus's hand shakes. The knife trembles. "Said I was too unstable. Too violent. So he gave everything to you. His perfect son."
Police sirens wail in the distance. Someone must have called them.
Marcus hears them too. His face twists with rage. "This isn't over."
