Chapter 2 - The Front Door Shatters Wide Open
The heavy oak panels of the grand entrance doors groaned under the immense, calculated pressure applied from the outside.
Every single guest in the ballroom froze, champagne glasses suspended mid-air as the rhythmic pounding echoed through the estate.
Adrian Cole let go of the riding crop, his face suddenly draining of the sadistic confidence that had fueled him moments before.
“Who gave them the address?” Adrian hissed, turning his wide, panicked eyes toward his trembling head of security.
Before the security chief could form an answer, the deadbolts sheared out of the wooden doorframe with a deafening crack.
The massive double doors swung violently inward, crashing against the interior plaster walls and sending white dust showering down.
A cold autumn draft rushed through the open foyer, carrying the scent of rain, power, and absolute, unmitigated vengeance.
Stepping across the threshold was a towering man in a charcoal bespoke suit, his broad shoulders filling the entryway completely.
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Julian Vance, the oldest of the five brothers, did not raise his voice as he scanned the terrified crowd with dead eyes.
“You had thirty seconds to untie our sister, Adrian,” Julian stated, his voice cutting through the silent room like a razor blade.
