Chapter 5 - Protecting the Innocent Young Child
Stallone ignored Eleanor’s threats entirely, focusing solely on guiding Olivia safely toward the heavy mahogany front entrance.
The brass door handle felt cold beneath his palm as he pulled it open, letting the crisp evening air rush inside.
“Grandpa!” Olivia gasped softly, pointing toward a black SUV idling quietly by the private circular driveway outside.
Stallone’s trusted long-time associate stepped out of the driver's seat immediately, opening the rear door with practiced efficiency.
“Are you alright, sir?” his associate asked, his eyes scanning the open doorway for any potential threats.
“Get the car warmed up; we’re leaving this toxic place right now,” Stallone instructed, lifting Olivia into her child seat.
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As he turned back to close the door, Eleanor stood at the end of the foyer like a dark, vengeful statue.
“This isn't over, Stallone; blood is blood, and you cannot protect her from what is coming,” Eleanor warned loudly.
