Five minutes ago
The gunshots outside jolted Laura into action. She forced herself up off the cold floor, determination burning in her veins. From the moment she'd been dragged here, she hadn't once lost hope. Every meal they shoved through the door, she ate. She knew she’d need her strength for when this moment finally came.
Tonight was it.
Out in the darkness, a fleet of black cars tore toward the mansion’s gates, engines roaring, headlights slicing through the night. The White family's bodyguards moved fast. Snipers took their places up on the high ground, weapons trained and ready.
The main gate, built to withstand even the wildest attacks, shuddered with every hit, but it didn’t budge. Inside, the team stood their ground, forming a solid barricade against the chaos outside.
Any attackers bold enough to pop their heads up were taken out, one by one, snipers never missing a shot.
Then, in a sudden tactical move, the ramming cars split to both sides. From the center, black-clad men jumped out, exposing themselves to the snipers. It was a setup—just a diversion.
And at that very moment, the car they left behind accelerated, tearing straight for the gate. Nobody was behind the wheel.
The crash that followed shook the ground. Fire exploded out. The gate—so solid just moments before—now gaped open, jagged and torn.
It was a suicide mission. They all knew what that meant.
They had no other options. Their families' lives were hostage to Abbot. They would stop at nothing.
The shockwave from the explosion rocked the courtyard, but the White family's bodyguards didn't break formation. The attackers, though, seemed to have no fear of death. They pushed through fire and gunfire, storming the house. Bullets snapped through the chaos, bodies hitting the ground, Loyal guards and assailants lost in the crossfire.
Through it all, one black sedan surged right through the burning breach. It screeched to a stop. The door swung open.
“Jay!” A bodyguard ran to meet him.
Jay stepped out, his gun ready. “We’re exposed here. We have to move Laura. Now.”
He didn’t wait for backup. He went inside while the fighting raged on.
Down in the basement, Laura heard it all. Gunfire stuttered, booming in the distance; the explosion from before still rang in her ears. But nobody had come for her. Not yet.
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