Enchanted Nightfall Falling for Destiny (Quintessa and Tyrone) novel Chapter 403

Quintessa wasn't just out for revenge. Sure, making someone disappear off the face of the earth was child's play for her; she had more tricks up her sleeve than a Las Vegas magician. But what she truly desired was to clear the air, to shout from the rooftops the truth about her late mother, Dolores Brooks. Dolores wasn't the home wrecker tabloids had painted her to be. She hadn't stolen anyone's husband or shattered a family. She was just a woman who fell victim to a vile couple's scheme.

Sean shook his head vigorously, "No, no… we can't do that. That's a life we're talking about. If this comes out, even if the Yates don't come after me, I'd still be looking at a life sentence."

Quintessa scoffed, "This case is colder than last winter's turkey. You come clean voluntarily, at worst you'll get life, maybe even just a long stretch behind bars. You think they hand out the death sentence like Halloween candy? Look at that guy who took out a family of four; all he got was life. Just like you said, you’d rather rot in jail than be six feet under, right?"

Sean pondered over Quintessa's words, his eyes betraying his internal struggle. "But… what if… what if I actually get the chair? Then I'm truly out of options."

Quintessa chuckled, "Then you better start thinking about how you can make yourself useful!"

"What do you mean by useful?"

"Snitching, of course. There's a difference between the mastermind and the accomplice in a murder case. Just spill your guts, push everything on the mastermind, and remember… you’ve got Tyrone watching your back. He might not get you out of jail, but he can keep you alive. The Yates, the Yorks… you know who’s got the upper hand. You're a smart guy; you should know which side your bread is buttered on."

Sean narrowed his eyes. Quintessa’s words hit him right where it hurt.

He knew the only person who could pull him out of this mess was Quintessa, but her help always came at a price.

Quintessa spread her hands, "Of course, if you want to take the fall for everything, be my guest."

Rather than lamenting the unpredictability of life, it seemed more fitting to laugh at the folly of mankind.

Sean was tempted, but he knew his daughter's ruthlessness all too well. He finally said, "I can agree… but how can I trust your word?"