I died as Chicago’s most notorious female drvg baroness—taking a bullet to the head during a police raid.
When the news broke, the internet practically threw a party.
People even crowdfunded a billboard in Logan Square just to loop my black-and-white memorial portrait.
They hated me, and for good reason. I’d flooded the city with drugs and torn countless families apart.
Worse, I’d leaked the tactical routes, which led to the deaths of thirteen DEA agents—men who had once served alongside my ex-husband, DEA Captain Jonathan Arnold.
Over a million people signed a petition demanding that my ashes be mixed into the floor tiles of public restrooms.
To quell the overwhelming public outrage, Jonathan launched a “memory trial.” He was going to livestream the memories of my criminal life for the whole world to see.
On the day of the trial, Logan Square was packed shoulder-to-shoulder.
“Women like her deserve a slow, painful death,” someone muttered. “She destroyed so many families with the poison she pushed.”
“I heard she was ruthless enough to exploit toddlers,” another chimed in. “Zero human empathy.”
“She got a lot of good DEA agents killed. Today, I just want to watch her finally face the music.”
Face set like stone, Jonathan pressed the start button.
The crowd erupted, screaming for me to burn in alive.
But the next second, the giant screen flashed an image of me in a police uniform, solemnly taking an oath beneath the American flag.
A dead, heavy silence dropped over the square.
He Watched Me Die Twice Chapter 09 I just kept floating above them, watching Martha crumple to the pavement. She crawled over to Jonathan on her hands and knees, desperately clawing at his pant leg. “Jonah, I made a mistake,” she pleaded. “I made a terrible mistake. “Please, help me.” Jonathan slowly looked down at
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He Watched Me Die Twice Chapter 08 Giovani stepped onto the stage and took the mic from a guard. He looked up at my giant black-and-white portrait. “Originally, Brianna’s identity was the department’s most closely guarded secret. It was meant to stay buried forever.” His solemn voice washed over the plaza through the speakers. “However,
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He Watched Me Die Twice Chapter 07 Damian’s men froze. Damian arched an eyebrow. “What, getting cold feet?” Martha shook her head. She leaned in close and whispered something in his ear. Damian blinked in surprise, then burst out laughing. Waving his men off, he strolled over and tipped my chin up with the toe
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He Watched Me Die Twice Chapter 06 He was completely glued to the footage playing out in front of him. The video showed exactly what had gone down on the cargo ship. Up on the screen, Martha was clinging to Damian’s arm, looking down at me with a vicious smirk. “Brianna, you’re so naive,” she
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He Watched Me Die Twice Chapter 05 The helicopter door slid open. A figure stepped out, silhouetted against the harsh light. It was Martha. Decked out in a pristine white Chanel suit and flawless makeup, she looked completely out of place against the blood-soaked deck. She walked straight over to Damian, looped her arm through
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He Watched Me Die Twice Chapter 04 “Where’s the flash drive?” Jonathan demanded. Martha turned completely ashen and burst into tears. “Jonah,” she sobbed. “Bri handed me drugs. How was I supposed to trust her intel? “I was so scared Damian was setting a trap for you.” Tears streamed down her cheeks, her voice shaking.
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He Watched Me Die Twice Chapter 03 The memory rolled on. By this point, I was deep in Damian’s inner circle. On the screen, I was managing a ring of coerced kids, sending them out on different drug runs. I grabbed the shortest girl of the bunch and shoved a crumpled map into her sweaty
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He Watched Me Die Twice Chapter 02 The video cut to another memory—the lavish banquet where my wealthy family was formally introducing me to society. Standing beneath a massive crystal chandelier, my father, Grayson Davy, threw an arm around my shoulders. “This is my long-lost daughter, Brianna,” he announced with pride. The moment the words
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He Watched Me Die Twice Chapter 01 I died as Chicago’s most notorious female drug baron—taking a bullet to the head during a police raid. When the news broke, the internet practically threw a party. People even crowdfunded a billboard in Logan Square just to loop my black-and-white memorial portrait. They hated me, and for
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