Chapter 9 - The Wrath of Julian Hargrove
Before the lead gunman could raise his weapon to Camila, the window behind them exploded inward in a shower of glass and splintered wood.
A black tactical helicopter hovered just outside the second-story window. Roping down from the chopper with military precision, Julian Hargrove dropped into the room like an avenging angel. His face was a mask of cold, unmitigated fury. He wasn't the mourning widower anymore; he was the ruthless shipping tycoon who controlled empires.
Before the mercenaries could react, Julian lunged forward, executing a vicious, calculated sweep that knocked the first gunman's weapon flying across the room. The second mercenary turned his gun toward Julian, but Camila reacted with lightning speed—swinging the heavy iron poker with all her might across the man’s knee.
With a howl of pain, the second mercenary collapsed. Julian immediately pinned the first man to the floor, driving his fist downward with bone-crushing force until the intruder went limp.
Sirens wailed in the distance as local police and federal agents swarmed the estate grounds, sealing every exit. Richard Vance, waiting in a getaway car half a mile down the road, was intercepted and dragged out of his vehicle in handcuffs by federal marshals.
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Julian stood up, breathing heavily, his suit jacket torn and his knuckles bleeding. He turned around slowly to find Camila standing in the corner, shaking uncontrollably, shielding Sofia.
In two long strides, Julian crossed the room and pulled them both into his arms. He buried his face in Camila’s hair, tears finally breaking free from his eyes. "I've got you. You're safe. I will never let anyone hurt you."
