Chapter 34 - The Sins of the Brother
Carter aggressively kicked his violently trapped right leg completely free from the heavy, completely crushed chassis of his severely damaged snowmobile, violently gasping for the freezing, incredibly thin alpine air. He had successfully, miraculously survived the absolutely massive, violently devastating avalanche by mere, terrifyingly close inches, aggressively protected entirely by the shallow, highly precarious rock outcropping he had violently steered into. He immediately looked frantically around, his deeply terrified heart aggressively hammering against his completely aching ribs until he spotted Shelby slowly, aggressively pushing herself up from a heavy snowdrift, completely battered but entirely, miraculously alive. Carter entirely ignored the deep, agonizingly sharp pain violently pulsing through his bruised body, aggressively drawing his completely loaded tactical sidearm as he slowly, violently trudged through the heavily compacted, freezing snow toward the massive boulder.
Dylan was violently lying entirely in the deeply freezing, incredibly thick snow, his expensive, blood-red velvet jacket completely torn and heavily stained, his deeply arrogant face entirely bruised and violently bloodied from the massive impact. He aggressively coughed violently, desperately attempting to rapidly crawl away toward the deeply concealed helicopter extraction point, but his severely injured left leg entirely dragged completely uselessly behind him in the freezing powder. Carter stepped entirely out of the freezing, swirling blizzard, his incredibly dark, completely resolute eyes looking directly down at the absolutely pathetic, deeply treacherous man who had completely, violently attempted to aggressively murder him. The cinematic, absolutely terrifying realism of the deeply profound moment heavily hung in the freezing air—no theatrical yelling, just the incredibly cold, deeply unyielding reality of absolute, final impending judgment.
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"You entirely, completely failed, Dylan," Carter stated softly, his deeply calm voice aggressively cutting directly through the howling, completely freezing alpine wind with absolute, terrifying precision. "Your deeply corrupt, highly illicit global network has been entirely dismantled, your absolutely massive digital vault has been completely wiped, and your profoundly arrogant, completely violent mafia empire is absolutely, entirely burning to the ground." Dylan slowly rolled entirely onto his back, violently glaring aggressively up at Carter with an incredibly profound, absolute mixture of deeply toxic hatred and entirely desperate, violently terrifying, and completely unyielding malice.
"I absolutely, entirely hated you every single, agonizing day of my incredibly pathetic, highly fake life, Carter!" Dylan violently screamed, his arrogant voice completely breaking under the massive, deeply crushing weight of absolute, final defeat. "Ray Millard completely, absolutely worshipped the highly legitimate, profoundly pure Millard blood violently flowing directly through your incredibly pathetic, morally self-righteous veins! He constantly abused you because he was deeply terrified of your absolute, unbreakable morality, but he entirely threw me into the violently dark, incredibly lethal shadows to continuously appease my actual, terrifying biological father!" Dylan desperately, violently reached directly into his deeply torn coat, aggressively drawing a heavily concealed, compact holdout pistol, entirely determined to violently end the absolute, devastating war with a deeply horrific, completely tragic murder. Carter violently raised his heavily loaded tactical sidearm, completely prepared to actively make the absolute, deeply agonizing final decision that would entirely end the devastating, profoundly terrifying syndicate forever.
