CHAPTER 11
Marcus grabbed Khloe's hand,
pulling her out of the study and down the hidden service corridor,
away from the exposed glass windows of the upper floor.
"Get to the panic room with the baby,
now,"
he commanded,
his voice a low,
urgent whisper that brooked no argument.
Khloe nodded,
knowing that her primary duty was to protect their son,
though every instinct told her to stay by Marcus's side.
She sprinted toward the nursery,
scooping up the sleeping infant,
who whimpered slightly but did not wake up,
comforted by his mother's familiar warmth.
She stepped inside the reinforced steel panic room,
disguised behind a large bookshelf,
and punched in the security code,
sealing herself inside.
Meanwhile,
Marcus returned to the grand hall,
where his security team was already taking positions near the heavy reinforced doors.
The helicopter hovered directly over the estate's courtyard,
its massive searchlight sweeping across the stone facade,
blinding anyone who looked directly into it.
Suddenly,
the glass dome of the ceiling shattered,
raining heavy shards down into the foyer as several masked operatives rappelled down on ropes.
Marcus dove behind a marble pillar,
drawing a weapon he kept hidden beneath the hallway table,
his heart pounding with a fierce determination.
"Hold your fire until you have a clear shot,"
he barked into his earpiece,
coordinating his guards with tactical precision.
The invaders were professional,
moving in a tight tactical formation,
firing bursts of automated gunfire that chipped away at the beautiful architecture.
Marcus peered around the pillar,
taking careful aim,
and fired two shots,
neutralizing the lead operative instantly before he could advance toward the stairs.
The gunfight was intense,
the sound of shattering glass and gunfire echoing through the historic halls,
ruining the peace they had fought so hard to achieve.
But Marcus refused to yield an inch of his home,
fueled by a protective rage that made him a formidable adversary against the highly trained mercenaries.
Within minutes,
the superior positioning of the estate guards forced the remaining attackers to retreat,
scrambling back up their ropes toward the hovering chopper.
As the aircraft sped away into the night,
leaving behind a scene of absolute devastation,
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Marcus stood amidst the wreckage,
his face covered in dust but his resolve unbroken.
