Chapter 12 - Bracing against the howling autumn wind as the black luxury sedan idles quietly in the wet driveway ready for a midnight run through city streets.
Outside in the circular driveway, the black Rolls-Royce idled quietly, its powerful V12 engine purring like a caged beast.
Rain continued to mist across the hood, reflecting the amber glow of the mansion's grand architectural exterior lighting.
Marcus stood by the rear passenger door, holding a large black umbrella to shield anyone stepping out into the weather.
Suddenly, the side service doors opened, and federal agents emerged escorting a frantic, struggling Victoria across the gravel.
"This is an outrage! My husband is a senator! You can't touch me!" Victoria screamed, her voice piercing the stormy night air.
Agent Miller pushed her gently toward the waiting second vehicle, ignoring her furious protests with federal indifference.
Inside the mansion, Julian was marched down the grand marble steps by two tactical agents, his expensive tuxedo wrinkled and ruined.
Julian spotted Arthur watching them from the tall second-story library window, standing tall like a dark monarch.
Julian’s face flushed with arrogant fury as he mouthed silent threats through the glass pane before being shoved into the car.
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The convoy of black vehicles prepared to depart, their headlights cutting through the heavy fog toward downtown Manhattan.
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