Chapter 8
Clara struggled frantically against the intruder's grip, her heel kicking wildly against the baseboard.
The noise echoed through the floorboards, ringing out like a alarm bell in the quiet house.
Upstairs in the office, Julian heard the muffled thud and stood up so fast his leather chair crashed to the floor.
"Clara!" Julian shouted, sprinting out of the office and vaulting down the grand staircase three steps at a time.
Marcus drew a concealed 9mm handgun from his shoulder holster, following close behind him.
In the nursery, the intruder tried to drag Clara toward the shattered window, but she bit down hard on his gloved hand.
The man grunted in pain, loosening his grip for a split second.
"Julian! Help!" Clara screamed at the top of her lungs, using every ounce of air in her lungs.
Julian burst through the nursery door like a battering ram, his eyes locking onto the intruder.
Without a moment's hesitation, Julian tackled the man with brutal force, slamming him against the changing table.
Wooden drawers splintered, throwing baby supplies across the hardwood floor as the two men wrestled violently.
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Marcus rushed into the room, keeping his firearm trained on the struggling figures while protecting the crib.
Julian delivered a sharp, calculated blow to the intruder's jaw, knocking the man unconscious instantly.
