Chapter 5 - The Bloody Trap
We parked three blocks away from my massive estate to avoid triggering the perimeter alarms.
I knew every single blind spot in the advanced security grid because I had designed it myself.
Tony and I moved silently through the pouring rain and slipped through the wrought iron side gate.
The house was entirely dark except for a dim light glowing ominously from the master bedroom window.
We bypassed the kitchen door lock using a master code I kept hidden for absolute emergencies.
The kitchen was perfectly clean and completely devoid of any trace of blood or a collapsed wife.
I drew the heavy steel tactical knife that Tony had handed me in the truck.
We slowly crept up the grand staircase while carefully avoiding the steps that I knew would creak.
I gently pushed open the heavy oak doors of the master bedroom.
The scene inside the room caused my racing heart to skip a beat entirely.
Eleanor was brutally tied to a heavy wooden chair in the center of the room.
Her expensive silk clothes were torn and her face was badly bruised from a severe beating.
Harper stood behind her while pressing the sharp blade of a hunting knife against my wife's throat.
Harper smiled wickedly when she saw me step out of the dark hallway.
She casually announced that she was tired of waiting for the slow poison to finally kill me.
She had decided to accelerate the hostile takeover of my real estate empire tonight.
I demanded to know where my traitorous lawyer was hiding.
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A loud metallic click echoed from the dark corner of the bedroom.
Preston stepped out of the shadows and pointed a loaded shotgun directly at my chest.
