Chapter 208 Junior

• Across town, Paul received the jarring news of the bombing. The neighbours, quick to respond, had flooded the police with calls, triggering immediate action from law enforcement. During this unfolding chaos, Queenie, with her practical demeanour, mentioned something about my dilation not being sufficient.
• However, I took her words lightly, my focus consumed by the relentless grip of pain. Meanwhile, Taragan's capture near the highway led to his prompt transportation to the basement, his legs riddled with gunshot wounds.
• Sam, designated with the task, would handle the subsequent proceedings, allowing Paul to urgently make his way to me. Paul's instructions conveyed with a cold clarity, left no room for ambiguity. Taragan, now in custody, was to endure the gruesome fate of having his arms and legs severed before being buried alive in an unmarked grave at Crest Cemetery.