Chapter 4 - The Intruder
The pounding on the heavy front doors echoed like a war drum through the silent, tense house.
Gene spun around, completely bewildered, her grip tightening on the silver handgun.
She screamed at her security guards to ignore the door and keep the perimeter perfectly secured.
But the two massive guards standing by the entrance simply exchanged a dark, knowing look.
One of the guards calmly reached over and unlocked the heavy deadbolt, swinging the grand doors wide open.
Gene screamed at them, demanding to know what they were doing and threatening to fire them on the spot.
A tall man in a tailored black overcoat stepped into the foyer, carefully wiping the winter snow from his expensive leather shoes.
He did not look like a police officer, an FBI agent, or a family lawyer.
He looked exactly like a man who was used to giving orders that resulted in violence.
He walked casually into the dining room, completely ignoring the gun shaking in Gene’s hands.
He looked around at the terrified family members huddled on the floor and sighed with deep disappointment.
He turned his cold, dead eyes directly toward Gene and asked her if she really thought she could hide from the Chicago syndicate forever.
The blood completely drained from Gene’s face as she finally recognized the man standing before her.
He was the ruthless loan shark she had borrowed millions from to cover up her massive gambling losses.
The man snapped his fingers, and half a dozen heavily armed men filed into the house, completely taking over the room.
He announced that Gene owed him twelve million dollars, and he had come to collect the debt in blood or cash today.
Gene frantically pointed the gun at Brandon, screaming that her son was the one who had the brass key to the remaining assets.
The loan shark slowly turned his attention to Brandon, drawing a massive, suppressed pistol from his overcoat.
He demanded that Brandon hand over the brass key immediately, or he would start executing family members one by one.
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Brandon slowly reached into his pocket, his eyes darting desperately toward the kitchen exit.
Just as Brandon’s fingers touched the key, the loan shark’s lead enforcer grabbed Holly aggressively by the arm.
