Chapter 10 - The Second Target Flees Across Interstate State Lines
Back outside the gated estate, Cole tried to dive back into his muscle car and slam the transmission into reverse.
Before his hand could touch the gearshift, the driver’s side window shattered into a thousand tiny glass fragments.
The tattooed father’s powerful hand reached through the broken frame, gripping Cole by the collar of his varsity jacket.
With effortless strength, the father hauled Cole bodily out of the vehicle and slammed him hard against the side of the car.
“You thought you could beat an innocent girl half to death and walk away laughing?” the father growled in a low, lethal whisper.
“I didn't touch her! It was Hale! Hale threw the first punch!” Cole shrieked, instantly betraying his closest fraternity brother.
“You all stood in that hospital doorway smirking. You share the exact same guilt, and you’ll share the exact same punishment,” the father stated.
He didn't strike Cole with his fists; his discipline was far more terrifying and psychological than simple physical violence.
He pulled a pair of heavy tactical zip-ties from his belt, binding Cole’s hands securely behind his back in seconds.
“Get in the back of the SUV. We’re going to pick up your two cowardly friends for a family reunion,” the father commanded.
Cole sobbed openly, his arrogant college persona completely shattered as he was shoved roughly into the back of the dark vehicle.
The SUV sped away from the gated estate, racing across interstate state lines toward the university campus headquarters.
The cold American asphalt rushed beneath their tires under a blanket of stars that offered zero comfort to the terrified boy.
The father drove with chilling precision, his eyes locked on the road ahead while maintaining secure comms with his underground team.
“Subject one secured. Inbound to secondary location with all targets converging,” the father spoke into his collar radio.
“Copy that. Team alpha has secured subjects two and three inside the campus house. Awaiting your arrival,” the earpiece replied.
The final pieces of the trap were snapping into place with the precision of a Swiss watch.
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Neither Cole, Hale, nor Whitmore would ever escape the consequences of what they did inside that hospital room.
The legend of The Ghost was not just a myth whispered in underworld circles; it was an absolute execution of raw justice.
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