Chapter 3 - The Bloodline
Gunfire shattered the silence of the massive estate.
Vincent grabbed Leah by the arm and pulled her away from the windows.
Glass exploded across the library floor.
Graham laid down suppressing fire through the broken frames.
Vincent ordered everyone into the basement safe room.
He dragged a hysterical Leah down the hidden concrete stairwell.
Maisie was already huddled in the corner of the bunker with the chef.
The little girl was clutching her stuffed fox and crying.
Vincent locked the heavy steel vault door behind them.
The sounds of the battle above were instantly muffled.
Vincent turned his furious gaze back to Leah.
He pinned her against the cold concrete wall.
He told her that armed mercenaries were tearing his house apart looking for her.
He demanded the truth right now.
Leah sobbed and covered her face with her hands.
She admitted that the thrift store story was a lie.
The coat belonged to her late husband.
Vincent felt a cold chill run down his spine.
He asked her what her husband's name was.
Leah whispered that his name was Leo.
Leo was the infant boy who had gone missing fifteen years ago.
Leo was Julian Carrow's son.
Vincent stared at the little girl in the pink sneakers.
Maisie was not just a maid's daughter.
She was his great-niece.
She was the last living piece of his brother's legacy.
Leah explained that Leo had died of a sudden illness last year.
Before Leo died, he told Leah to run if the Thorne family ever found them.
Vincent let go of Leah's arms.
He asked her how the Thorne family had located her after all these years.
Leah reached into her pocket.
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She pulled out a bloody gold watch.
She whispered that someone inside Vincent's house had sold them out.
