Chapter 2 - Locking Down The Kitchen Against Toxic Family Control
The heavy oak kitchen door clicked shut with a final, echoing snap that resonated through the tiled room.
Ronan turned the iron deadbolt, trapping Calvin and Agatha inside the space where they had ruled like tyrants for years.
Calvin clutched his bruised jaw, his eyes wide with a mixture of shock and incandescent rage.
“You can’t do this, Ronan! This is private property!” Calvin spat, his voice trembling slightly as he backed away.
Ronan didn’t even glance back at him, keeping his focus entirely on Maren and the trembling little girl by her side.
“Nobody is leaving this room until every single question I have is answered truthfully,” Ronan stated calmly.
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Agatha picked herself up from the wreckage of the wicker produce stand, brushing flour off her expensive silk blouse.
“You are making a catastrophic mistake, Ronan; the family will never let you get away with this,” Agatha hissed venomously.
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