The darkness lasted less than three seconds.
Backup power activated.
Emergency lights turned the hallway red.
But three seconds was enough.
Enough for every man in the house to understand that someone had cut the main electrical line.
Enough for Goliath to begin barking toward the eastern windows.
Enough for Eli to grab my sleeve.
“Luca?”
It was the first time he used my name.
I put myself between him and the glass.
“Gabriel.”
“Already moving.”
Gabriel spoke into his radio.
“Perimeter teams, report.”
Static.
Nothing else.
His expression changed.
“Radio jammer.”
Henry came down the stairs carrying an old hunting rifle.
I stared at him.
“I thought you left that at the cabin.”
He looked at me like I was stupid.
“I keep more than one.”
Fair enough.
“Take Eli upstairs.”
“No.”
His voice was quiet.
Firm.
I stepped closer.
“This isn’t your fight.”
“Anyone coming through that gate made it my fight.”
Behind us, Eli whispered, “Grandpa.”
Henry turned.
The anger vanished from his face.
“Upstairs, buddy.”
“Are you coming?”
“In a minute.”
Eli shook his head.
“I don't want to go alone.”
I looked toward one of my men.
“Marco, take him.”
Goliath immediately followed Eli.
I stopped the dog.
“Stay.”
He looked at me.
Eli looked surprised.
“Why?”
“Because he hears better than we do.”
The boy thought about that.
Then nodded.
“Okay.”
He touched Goliath’s head.
“Watch Luca.”
The dog remained.
Within seconds, Eli disappeared upstairs.
I moved toward the security monitors.
Four screens were dead.
The fifth showed the front gate.
Open.
No guard.
Gabriel pointed.
“Someone inside gave them access.”
“Anthony.”
“Has to be.”
The first shot shattered a window in the far sitting room.
Henry flinched.
I pulled him behind the stone wall.
“You still think this is a good place for you?”
He chambered a round.
“Ask me later.”
Men moved outside.
Dark clothing.
Suppressors.
Professional.
Victor hadn't sent amateurs.
He had sent people who expected to walk out.
He was about to be disappointed.
For the next several minutes, the house erupted into controlled chaos.
My security men moved through interior positions.
Gabriel directed them.
I remained near the center because my body still lacked the strength to fight properly.
That angered me more than the attack itself.
Then Goliath growled.
Not toward the windows.
Toward the hallway.
I looked down.
“What?”
The dog ran.
I followed.
He led me toward the rear service corridor.
A door stood open.
Impossible.
It had been locked.
I reached the corner.
Footsteps.
Someone was inside.
Goliath lunged forward.
A man appeared.
I recognized him immediately.
Anthony.
My cousin.
My security chief.
My betrayer.
He held a pistol.
For half a second, neither of us moved.
“Luca.”
I stared at him.
“Anthony.”
Goliath snarled.
Anthony’s eyes flicked toward the dog.
“Call him off.”
“You're the security expert.”
His jaw tightened.
“Don't do this.”
“Do what?”
“Make me choose.”
I almost laughed.
“You made your choice when you gave Victor the hospital information.”
His face changed.
“So you know.”
“Yes.”
He lowered the weapon slightly.
“Then you know this is bigger than Dominic.”
“I know Dominic is a fool.”
“That’s why Victor is necessary.”
“And you?”
“I survive.”
There it was.
The truth.
Not ideology.
Not family.
Fear.
Anthony had betrayed me because he thought Victor would win.
“You came through the service door,” I said.
“Yes.”
“How?”
He hesitated.
“You installed the system.”
“No.”
His eyes narrowed.
“What?”
“I replaced it two years ago.”
Anthony looked toward the keypad.
A small light turned green.
Then red.
The door behind him locked.
Gabriel stepped into the corridor from the opposite side.
His weapon was raised.
Anthony went pale.
I said, “Victor didn’t send you here to kill me.”
Silence.
“He sent you to open the house.”
Anthony said nothing.
“Which means the people outside don't care if you survive.”
His expression cracked.
I stepped closer.
“Welcome to being disposable.”
He looked at the gun in his hand.
Then at Gabriel.
Then at me.
Finally, he lowered it.
“Eli.”
My body went still.
“What about him?”
Anthony swallowed.
“They know about the boy.”
“I know.”
“No, you don't.”
He looked genuinely frightened.
“They know about his grandfather too.”
Henry came into the corridor.
“What does that mean?”
Anthony looked at him.
“Victor had people search your house.”
Henry’s hands tightened around the rifle.
“Why?”
“They thought the boy saw something.”
“What?”
Anthony looked at me.
“The burial.”
I remembered.
Eli had arrived after they left.
He had seen nothing.
But Victor couldn’t know that.
“So they think he's a witness.”
“Yes.”
Henry stepped closer.
“He's nine.”
Anthony looked ashamed.
“Victor doesn’t care.”
Something changed in Henry’s face.
I recognized it.
A man deciding he was willing to die.
That was exactly what I didn’t want.
Before I could speak, the house shook.
An explosion struck the front gate area.
Not large enough to destroy the house.
Large enough to create panic.
Gabriel’s radio crackled back to life.
“Boss! South side!”
Then gunfire.
Anthony looked toward the ceiling.
“They're not here for you.”
I grabbed his coat.
“What?”
“The hit on you is a distraction.”
My blood froze.
He looked upstairs.
“They're here for the boy.”
I ran.
Pain ripped through my ribs.
Didn't matter.
I hit the stairs two at a time.
“ELI!”
No answer.
Henry followed.
We reached the second floor.
Marco, the guard assigned to Eli, lay unconscious in the hallway.
Alive.
Blood on his temple.
The bedroom door stood open.
Empty.
Henry made a sound I will never forget.
Not a shout.
Not a word.
A grandfather realizing the child he loved had vanished.
“Eli?”
He ran into the room.
Window open.
Curtains blowing.
Snow coming inside.
Rope hanging down the exterior wall.
“No.”
Henry turned toward me.
“You said he was safe.”
There was nothing I could say.
He grabbed my coat.
“YOU SAID HE WAS SAFE!”
I let him.
Because he was right.
Gabriel arrived.
“Luca.”
I turned.
“Find him.”
“We have teams—”
“Find him.”
My voice shook the room.
Then something moved beneath the bed.
A low growl.
Goliath crawled out.
There was blood on his muzzle.
Not his.
I knelt.
The dog whined.
Then ran toward the open window.
He barked.
Once.
Twice.
Then looked at us.
Henry wiped his face.
“He knows.”
I stared at the dog.
Of course he did.
Goliath had found me under six inches of snow.
Now the dog was staring into the storm with the same certainty.
I grabbed my coat.
Gabriel blocked me.
“You’re injured.”
“Move.”
“You'll slow the team.”
“Then leave me behind when I fall.”
“Luca.”
I leaned close.
“They took him because he saved me.”
Gabriel stopped arguing.
We went out through the east side.
Goliath led.
Snow had started again.
Heavy.
But not heavy enough.
Tracks cut across the field behind the house.
Boot prints.
A child’s smaller footprints.
Then tire marks.
They had moved him toward the old farm road.
Gabriel pointed.
“Vehicle.”
“Not for long.”
The road crossed a bridge five miles east.
My men controlled the other side.
If Victor’s people knew that, they would abandon the vehicle.
Goliath kept running.
Henry stayed beside him.
For a sixty-eight-year-old man, he moved like someone half his age.
Thirty minutes later, we found the SUV.
Empty.
Driver door open.
Engine running.
Blood on the front seat.
Gabriel checked the snow.
“Three men headed north.”
Henry pointed.
“Toward the ridge.”
I looked up.
Beyond the trees stood an abandoned fire lookout.
Only one road.
One foot trail.
A terrible place to defend.
A perfect place to wait for pickup.
Goliath barked.
Then ran.
Night swallowed us.
For another hour, we climbed.
By the time the tower appeared, my legs were shaking.
My chest felt like glass.
Gabriel tried to stop me.
I ignored him.
Light shone inside the cabin at the base of the tower.
One man stood outside.
Two more inside.
And through the window, I saw Eli.
Hands tied.
Sitting in a wooden chair.
Alive.
Henry whispered, “Thank God.”
Then the man beside Eli lifted a phone.
Gabriel’s expression hardened.
“They're calling Victor.”
I looked at Anthony, who had been brought with us under guard.
“You want to survive?”
He nodded.
“Then call him first.”
Anthony stared.
“What do I say?”
I looked at Eli through the window.
“Tell Victor the Reaper died in the attack.”
Anthony’s face changed.
“You want him to think he won.”
“For ten minutes.”
“And then?”
I smiled.
“Then he learns why people gave me that name.”
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