Chapter 8 - The Escape
I violently kicked the heavy cellar door over and over again, but the iron deadbolt completely refused to budge.
My mother desperately threw her shoulder against the thick wood, gasping for air as panic rapidly set in.
Below us in the dark cellar, we could clearly hear Julian aggressively shoving the broken glass bottles off his body.
He roared in pure fury, blindly firing a suppressed bullet that violently splintered the wooden stair right next to my foot.
I completely realized that we were trapped in a dark cage with a heavily armed psychopath who had absolutely nothing to lose.
I frantically searched the small landing at the top of the stairs and spotted a heavy iron fire extinguisher.
I aggressively ripped the heavy red cylinder from the wall bracket and raised it high above my head.
Julian angrily charged up the dark staircase, raising his sleek pistol to finally finish us both off.
I violently hurled the heavy fire extinguisher directly down the narrow stairwell with all of my physical strength.
The heavy iron cylinder aggressively smashed directly into Julian's chest, violently throwing him backward down the stairs.
He hit the hard concrete floor with a sickening crunch and lay completely motionless in the spilled wine.
My mother quickly pulled a hidden metal hairpin from her elegant updo and frantically picked the iron deadbolt.
The heavy door finally clicked open, and we aggressively burst out into the bright, chaotic hallway of the main house.
Loud police sirens were already blaring violently outside the mansion, flashing bright red and blue lights through the large windows.
Alexander had successfully recovered from his terrible injuries and arrived with a massive team of federal agents.
We sprinted toward the main ballroom, completely ready to finally end my father's reign of terror once and for all.
We violently pushed open the grand double doors and completely froze at the horrifying scene unfolding before us.
Federal agents had already surrounded the room, holding heavy tactical weapons aimed at the center of the dance floor.
My father was aggressively pinning Camila to the floor, holding a jagged piece of broken glass tightly against her throat.
He was wildly screaming at the federal agents, completely blaming the entire money laundering operation on his screaming daughter.
He falsely claimed that Camila was the dangerous mastermind and he was simply trying to restrain her for the police.
Camila sobbed completely in terror, her beautiful engagement dress heavily stained with her own tears.
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I absolutely refused to let my sister die for the massive sins of the men who had ruthlessly destroyed our family.
I confidently stepped forward through the crowd of terrified guests and held the silver flash drive high in the air.
