No delays. How much? The voice asked. Whatever it costs, Derek replied. I’ll pay. He ended the call and smiled coldly at Ruth.
It’s time to end this, he said. Since Michael and that Amora girl think they’ve won, we’ll show them real pain.
Ruth’s eyes lit up. You mean they’ll disapp. Ruth laughed wickedly. I can’t wait to hear they are gone forever.
She tossed her heels aside, laughing loudly. Useless people,” she sneered. “Let them feel what I felt.”
Derek handed her a drink. “Don’t worry, I called the right people. They don’t leave witnesses.”
Ruth raised her glass slowly to revenge. That night, while Michael was in his room reading quietly, Amaro was in the kitchen cleaning up.
Down the road, three black motorcycles stopped quietly near the mansion. Three men dressed in black jumped off.
Their faces were covered with masks. “That’s the house,” one of them whispered. “We go in, take them out, and disappear.
No noise, no mistakes.” They checked their weapons and moved slowly toward the side gate.
Inside the house, Hamora suddenly heard a soft click near the back window. She froze.
Her heart started beating fast. Something was wrong. She quickly turned off the kitchen light and tiptoed toward Michael’s room.
“Sir,” she whispered urgently. “Michael looked up.” “Amora, what’s wrong?” “I think someone is outside.”
Michael immediately wheeled himself to the control panel beside his bed and opened the CCTV app on his tablet.
What he saw made his heart stop. Three masked men were climbing over the back wall.
Without hesitation, he pressed the alarm button. Stay close to me,” he said firmly. “Don’t panic.”
Suddenly, the security alarm blasted through the night, loud and sharp. The intruders froze. Outside, the mansion lights began flashing.
Michael’s head of security, who lived two houses away, received the silent alert. He grabbed his weapon and rushed out.
