Chapter 12 - Sins of the Father
Vincent gripped the phone so hard the screen almost cracked in his hand.
He yelled for his security detail to pull the armored SUVs to the front door.
Leah rushed down the grand staircase carrying Maisie and a small duffel bag.
Vincent grabbed them both and practically threw them into the reinforced vehicle.
He drove like a madman through the slick, rain-soaked streets of the city.
They reached Carmine's luxury apartment building in less than ten minutes.
The front lobby was completely deserted, and the doorman was nowhere to be seen.
Vincent drew his weapon and told Leah to lock herself inside the SUV with Maisie.
He stepped into the private elevator and swiped his emergency access card.
The doors opened on the penthouse level to a scene of absolute carnage.
Carmine's elite bodyguards were scattered across the marble floor, completely lifeless.
Vincent stepped carefully over the glass and debris toward the main living room.
He found his father slumped against the leather sofa, clutching a severe wound on his stomach.
Carmine was barely breathing, but his eyes fluttered open when Vincent kneeled beside him.
The old man grabbed Vincent's collar with a weak, trembling hand.
He whispered that Julian had come in person with a dozen professional mercenaries.
Carmine confessed that he had secretly known Julian was alive for the past five years.
He had kept the secret to protect Vincent from the heartbreak of their family's ultimate betrayal.
Vincent felt a wave of anger and sorrow wash over him at his father's words.
Before Vincent could call for a medical extraction team, a laser sight suddenly painted his chest.
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A deep, chilling voice echoed from the shadows of the penthouse balcony.
Julian stepped into the light, holding a silenced rifle aimed directly at Vincent's head.
