Chapter 6 - The Unbroken Promise
Rage—pure, raw, maternal fury—erased every shred of terror remaining in my body. They had taken my father’s life. They had shattered my sister’s wedding. But taking my five-year-old son was the fatal mistake Arthur Vance and Vance Global Defense made.
I didn't panic. I sprinted through the pouring rain to Marcus’s tactical SUV parked at the side of the venue. I knew he kept his emergency kit in a locked magnetic box under the frame. Using his backup key hidden in the wheel well, I unlocked the vehicle and retrieved the small iron safe deposit key I had kept in my lockbox ever since my father’s funeral.
I threw the SUV into drive, tires screaming against wet asphalt as I blasted out of the hotel parking lot toward the harbor. Rain lashed against the windshield, but my focus was laser-sharp.
I dialed Marcus on the hands-free console.
"Clara! Where are you? I’ve moved Rose and Julian into the manager’s safe room!" Marcus panted over the speaker, the sound of hotel alarms echoing behind him.
"They took Noah, Marcus," I said, my voice dropping into a cold, terrifying calm. "They left a note. Warehouse 9 at the docks. I have Dad's key."
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"Clara, no! Don't go in alone! Vance Global runs private military contractors! Wait for me!"
"You have twenty minutes to get there, Marcus," I replied, stepping on the gas pedal. "Because if they touch a single hair on my son's head, I'm burning that dock to the ground."
