Chapter 8 - The Cartel Threat
The deeply distorted, terrifying voice on the speakerphone completely chilled the blood entirely in my veins.
I aggressively slammed on the brakes, dangerously swerving the sports car entirely into a vacant, dark parking lot.
Sarah looked at me with wide, completely panicked eyes, fully realizing this situation had just become incredibly lethal.
I fiercely demanded to know exactly who was threatening my family and what they wanted with my pathetic son.
The heavily distorted voice let out a cold, completely humorless laugh that echoed through the quiet car.
The mysterious caller calmly explained that Mark owed their violent organization exactly fifteen million dollars in gambling debts.
Mark had completely promised to pay the massive debt using the stolen pension funds before completely fleeing the country.
If Mark was arrested by the FBI today, the violent syndicate would permanently lose their massive payout.
The caller coldly promised that they currently had highly trained snipers aiming directly at my estate where the children were hiding.
He strictly ordered me to turn the car around and completely allow Mark to board his private flight.
The terrifying call abruptly disconnected, leaving Sarah and me sitting in absolute, suffocating silence.
Sarah completely broke down, desperately begging me to let Mark go so her beautiful children would remain safe.
I gripped the leather steering wheel so hard my knuckles turned entirely pale white with pure, unadulterated fury.
I absolutely refused to let a coward like Mark completely destroy my legacy and walk away entirely unpunished.
I quickly pulled out my secure, secondary encrypted phone that I only used for highly classified corporate emergencies.
I fiercely dialed the private number of my estate’s head of security, a highly decorated, extremely lethal former special forces operative.
I rapidly explained the terrifying sniper threat and strictly ordered him to completely neutralize any hostile targets outside the property.
He calmly confirmed the lethal order and promised that the children were perfectly safe in the underground, reinforced panic room.
I looked directly at Sarah, my eyes fiercely burning with absolute, completely unstoppable maternal determination.
I promised her that we were going to completely end this nightmare and permanently secure her total freedom today.
I slammed the sports car violently back into gear, aggressively tearing out of the parking lot and back onto the highway.
We fiercely raced toward the private airfield, heavily weaving dangerously through the tight, congested afternoon traffic.
We finally crashed violently through the thin wire gates of the private terminal, completely ignoring the screaming security guards.
I aggressively skidded the sports car to a massive halt directly in front of a sleek, roaring private jet.
Mark and Jessica were standing on the metal stairs, completely frozen in absolute terror as we blocked their escape.
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Mark quickly reached aggressively inside his tailored coat, completely prepared to pull out a hidden, deadly weapon.
Before he could completely draw the gun, dozens of heavily armed FBI tactical vehicles aggressively flooded the small tarmac.
