Chapter 4 - Three Powerful Engines Roar Down Charlotte Streets
Down the quiet, tree-lined avenues of Myers Park, the quiet night was shattered by the roar of high-performance engines.
Three matte-black SUVs cut sharply around the corner of Queens Road, accelerating with terrifying, synchronized speed.
Passersby on the sidewalk turned in shock as the heavy vehicles rushed past without slowing down.
Inside the lead vehicle, Marcus Walker gripped the leather steering wheel with knuckles gleaming white.
His jaw was set in stone, his dark eyes fixed entirely on the GPS route leading straight to Ethan’s estate.
“If he laid a single finger on her, I’m wrapping my bare hands around his throat,” Marcus growled.
In the passenger seat, Julian Walker checked the magazine clip of his firearm with practiced, cold precision.
“Calm down, Marcus; we handle this with absolute precision, then we dismantle everything he owns,” Julian said.
Behind them, the third SUV driven by the youngest brother, Derek, tailed closely like a shadow of death.
Derek stared at his phone screen, tracking Grace’s active GPS ping pulsing steadily from the Myers Park address.
“She never called us in five years... not once,” Derek muttered, his voice trembling with suppressed rage.
“That means the threshold has been crossed, and the debt is finally due,” Marcus stated coldly.
The headlights swept across the wrought-iron gates of Ethan’s sprawling brick mansion as they approached.
Marcus didn't bother slowing down for the automated security sensor; he rammed the iron gate open.
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The heavy metal barriers crashed inward, screeching loudly as the three SUVs surged onto the front gravel driveway.
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