Chapter 3 - Brothers Step Into The Ballroom
Four more men filed in right behind Julian, each wearing dark overcoats and moving with the synchronized precision of elite predators.
They fanned out instantly across the perimeter of the ballroom, blocking every exit and cutting off any possible escape route.
Marcus, the second oldest brother, cracked his knuckles as he stared directly at Adrian’s paralyzed security detail with open contempt.
“Touch your weapons and you won't live to see the police arrive,” Marcus warned softly, making the armed guards step back.
Evelyn remained tied to the decorative wooden beam, her wrists burning, but her eyes locked onto the men who had raised her.
Julian walked straight down the center aisle of the ballroom, stepping over dropped crystal flutes and ignored silver trays.
The wealthy socialites in designer gowns pressed themselves against the walls, terrified of even breathing too loudly in his presence.
Julian stopped twenty feet from Adrian, his gaze shifting up to where Evelyn hung suspended above the polished marble floor.
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A muscle twitched along Julian’s jawline, betraying the lethal fury boiling just beneath his impeccably calm exterior facade.
“Bring her down,” Julian commanded, not looking away from Adrian as two of his brothers moved forward with surgical speed.
