Chapter 9 - The Estate Manager’s Last Hand
Panic hit my chest like a sledgehammer.
I gasped, dropping my phone into my lap. Adrian noticed instantly.
“Sophie? What’s wrong?”
I picked up the phone with trembling fingers and handed it to him over the center console.
Adrian read the text. His expression turned lethal.
“Hayes,” Adrian muttered. “He must have escaped the basement cell when Marco brought the men to the clock tower.”
“He has people watching my sister,” I choked out, tears stinging my eyes. “Adrian, she’s just a student. She has nothing to do with this.”
“He’s bluffing,” Adrian said, but his knuckles were white on the steering wheel. “He wants to trade her safety for Leo. He knows he’s a dead man walking without leverage.”
“We can’t risk it!” I pleaded. “We have to give him what he wants.”
Adrian stopped the car abruptly on the shoulder of the highway. He turned around in his seat, looking at me with intense, steady eyes.
“Sophie, listen to me. I will burn this city to the ground before I let anyone hurt your family. But we are not handing my brother over to a murderer.”
He pulled his phone back out and dialed a secure line.
“Marco. I need you at the Chicago Community College library. Now. Take four men. Find Sophie’s sister, Maya. Do not let her out of your sight.”
Adrian hung up and looked at me. “We’re going to the docks. But we’re not bringing Leo.”
“Then what are we bringing?” I asked, terrified.
“A surprise,” Adrian said coldly.
He drove to the estate first. We safely carried Evie and Leo inside, surrounded by a dozen armed guards. I tucked Leo into one of the massive guest beds. He held my hand tightly before falling back asleep.
“You’re safe now, Leo,” I whispered. “You’re home.”
I kissed his forehead, feeling a profound sense of relief for the child.
Then, Adrian and I headed to the shipping docks.
The rain had intensified, washing the smell of salt and diesel over Pier 39. Hayes was standing under a streetlight, holding a heavy wrench. He looked unhinged, soaked in rain.
“Where’s the boy?!” Hayes yelled over the sound of the crashing waves as we approached.
“He’s safely in his bed,” Adrian said, stepping into the light.
Hayes raised the wrench. “I’ll have my men grab her sister! I swear to God I’ll do it!”
“You don't have any men left, Hayes,” Adrian said calmly.
Suddenly, a black van pulled up behind Hayes. The doors slid open.
Marco stepped out. And behind him, completely unharmed and looking very confused, was my sister, Maya.
“Sophie?” Maya called out.
“Maya!” I ran to her, throwing my arms around her. She was safe.
Hayes realized he was entirely outplayed. He dropped the wrench and fell to his knees in the wet concrete.
“It wasn't personal, Adrian,” Hayes begged. “I just needed the money.”
Adrian walked up to him, his face devoid of mercy.
“Everything in my house is personal.”
Adrian nodded to Marco, who hauled Hayes up and dragged him away to face the police.
It was finally over. The threats were gone.
As we drove back to the estate, the morning sun began to peek over Lake Michigan.
When we walked through the front doors, Evie was sitting up in a wheelchair in the foyer, sipping tea. She looked at Adrian, tears in her eyes.
Adrian knelt beside her, taking her frail hand.
“Thank you, Evie,” he whispered. “For protecting him. For protecting me.”
Evie smiled, her dignity fully restored. “Always, my boy.”
It was the happiest ending this broken family could have asked for.
But as I went to the kitchen to make breakfast, I opened the pantry and found a small, unmarked wooden box sitting on the flour bin.
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It had my name carved into the lid.
TITLE: The Wooden Box In The Pantry
