Chapter 7 - Storming the East Garage
Rain poured heavily over the estate, masking the sound of Bennett’s footsteps as he crossed the courtyard toward the east garage.
Two guards stood watch outside the holding room door. Bennett moved like a phantom through the shadows, neutralizing both guards in a matter of seconds with swift, lethal strikes before they could fire a shot.
He kicked open the heavy metal door.
Clara was tied to a wooden chair in the center of the room, her lip bruised, but her eyes held the same fierce defiance he had seen in his office.
"Bennett?" she gasped, her eyes widening in disbelief. "You're alive!"
"I promised my mother no one was getting fired," Bennett said with a faint, rare smirk, rushing forward to cut her ropes with a combat knife. "And that includes getting killed on my watch."
As the ropes fell away, Clara threw her arms around his neck, burying her face into his shoulder. Bennett held her tightly, feeling a sudden, overwhelming urge to protect this woman at all costs.
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"We have to get you out of here," Bennett whispered, pulling back to look at her. "Julian is coming."
"No," Clara said firmly, grabbing his coat. "We aren't leaving without your mother, Bennett. And we aren't letting Julian destroy what's left of your life."
