Chapter 5 - The Brothers Cross The Threshold With Cold Fury
The sudden sound of screeching tires and crashing metal echoed violently through the quiet dining room.
Ethan spun around toward the front foyer, his face turning pale as headlights flooded the windows.
“What the hell is happening outside? Is that security?” Ethan stammered, dropping his wine glass.
Lauren grabbed his arm in sheer panic, her sophisticated demeanor instantly cracking into raw fear.
“Ethan, someone just drove through the front gates!” Lauren shrieked, pointing toward the hallway.
Grace stood up slowly from her chair, her expression transforming from quiet sorrow into an icy shield.
“That’s not security, Ethan,” Grace said softly.
The heavy oak front doors of the mansion did not simply open; they exploded inward under a powerful kick.
Three tall, broad-shouldered men stepped across the threshold into the grand foyer with terrifying synchronization.
Marcus Walker walked in front, wearing a charcoal overcoat, his eyes scanning the room like a predator.
Julian and Derek flanked him closely, their imposing presence filling the spacious hallway with suffocating tension.
Ethan stepped back from the dining table, his voice shaking as he stared at the uninvited visitors.
“Who the hell are you? Get out of my house before I call the police!” Ethan yelled defensively.
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Marcus didn't even look at Ethan; his dark eyes locked instantly onto the red mark on Grace’s cheek.
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