Chapter 7 - The Syndicate Enforcer
The words hit me with the force of a speeding freight train.
I slowly turned my head toward the stack of wooden crates where I had hidden Noah just minutes ago.
Two massive men dressed in black suits were already dragging my screaming eight-year-old out from the shadows.
"Mommy, help me," Noah cried out as they hoisted him roughly into the air.
I lunged toward my son without a second thought, completely ignoring the gun pointed at my head.
The elegant woman simply stepped aside and drove the butt of her pistol hard into my ribs.
I collapsed onto the tarmac, gasping for air as the sharp pain flared through my recovering body.
"Your mother-in-law owed my syndicate a very large sum of money," the woman explained casually.
"Since she could not pay the debt, she offered us a healthy, compliant eight-year-old boy instead," she continued.
I coughed, spitting a mixture of saliva and blood onto the concrete near Claire's boots.
"Then why did you steal my newborn baby from the hospital?" I choked out in total confusion.
Claire let out a cruel, barking laugh from her spot on the ground.
"We did not steal the baby for the syndicate, you idiot," Claire revealed maliciously.
"Margaret needed the baby dead so she could collect the massive life insurance policy Daniel took out on him," she boasted.
My own husband had insured his newborn son's life for millions of dollars just days before I gave birth.
They had planned this entire nightmare to clear their debts and become incredibly wealthy in the process.
The men in the black suits began dragging Noah up the boarding stairs of the private jet.
"No, please do not take him," I begged, trying desperately to push myself up from the ground.
The elegant woman aimed her silver handgun at my chest, preparing to eliminate the final obstacle.
"It is nothing personal, Sarah, just a simple business transaction," the enforcer said coldly.
I closed my eyes, bracing myself for the fatal gunshot that would end my tragic story.
Suddenly, a loud, metallic crash echoed from the dark interior of the massive hangar.
A heavy forklift truck came roaring out of the shadows, moving at its absolute maximum speed.
The heavy steel prongs of the machine smashed directly into the landing gear of the private jet.
The entire aircraft shuddered violently, throwing the men in suits off balance and causing them to drop Noah.
Noah hit the stairs hard, but he immediately scrambled backward away from his captors.
The forklift reversed quickly and spun around, shining its bright headlights directly into the enforcer's eyes.
The driver of the forklift leaned out of the protective cage, holding a familiar hunting knife.
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It was the masked man who had assaulted Daniel in the hospital room earlier tonight.
"The deal is completely off, lady," the masked man shouted over the engine noise.
