Chapter 4
The mansion looked peaceful from the outside.
That frightened me more than smoke would have.
No alarms.
No broken gate.
No shouting.
Just white stone, black windows, and fog rolling across the lawn.
Marcus killed the headlights before the last bend.
Emily sat beside me, shaking so hard her teeth clicked.
I put a hand over hers.
“She is here.”
“You don’t know that.”
“She is.”
I needed it to be true.
Marcus parked behind the old garden wall.
Three of his men waited there, silent and armed.
Men I did not know.
Men Victor had never bought.
I checked my phone again.
No answer from Rose.
No cameras.
No internal system.
The mansion had become a locked box.
And Lily was somewhere inside it.
Emily grabbed my wrist.
“I’m coming.”
“No.”
“She’s my daughter.”
“That is why you stay behind me.”
“I spent thirteen days in a basement because I trusted the wrong silence,” she said. “Do not ask me to wait quietly now.”
There was no time to argue.
I nodded once.
We entered through the east conservatory, where the old lock still stuck if you turned it too hard.
I had fixed every weakness in the house except the ones tied to memory.
My mother had loved this room.
My father had hated it.
So no one guarded it.
Inside, the air smelled of dust and dying flowers.
Marcus signaled two men upstairs.
I moved toward the east wing.
Emily followed close enough that I could hear her breath.
A faint sound came from above.
Not a scream.
A thud.
Then Rose’s voice.
“No. You listen to me. She is a child.”
Emily’s hand flew to her mouth.
We climbed the back stairs.
At the top landing, one of my own guards lay unconscious.
Not dead.
That meant whoever came wanted speed, not war.
Or they wanted Lily alive.
That thought nearly made me lose control.
The nursery door stood half open.
Light spilled into the hall.
Inside, Rose stood between Lily and a man I recognized.
Caleb Price.
My head of house security.
My stomach dropped.
Caleb had been with me for six years.
He had eaten at my table.
He had carried Lily once when she fell asleep in the library.
Now he held a gun low at his side.
Lily stood behind Rose, clutching Mr. Buttons, eyes huge and wet.
Emily made a sound I felt more than heard.
Lily’s head snapped toward the hall.
“Mommy?”
Caleb turned.
I stepped in first.
“Move away from them.”
Caleb’s face went gray.
“Boss.”
“You have three seconds.”
His grip tightened.
“I did not want this.”
“No one ever does when they get caught.”
Rose kept Lily behind her.
Emily stepped around me before I could stop her.
“Lily.”
“Mommy!”
Lily tried to run.
Caleb lifted the gun.
I fired into the wall beside his head.
The blast shook the room.
Caleb froze.
“Drop it,” I said.
He dropped the gun.
Marcus’s man swept in and pinned him to the floor.
Lily ran.
Emily fell to her knees, arms open, and Lily crashed into her.
The sound Emily made broke something in me.
It was not a cry.
It was thirteen days of fear leaving her body at once.
“My baby,” she sobbed. “My baby, I came back.”
Lily wrapped both arms around her neck.
“I waited.”
“I know. I know. I’m so sorry.”
“Mr. Adrian promised.”
Emily looked up at me.
Her face was wet, bruised, alive.
“He kept it.”
For one second, the room disappeared.
There was only a mother holding her child.
Then Caleb shouted from the floor.
“You don’t understand. They would have killed my son.”
I turned.
“What?”
His eyes were wild.
“The Judge has him. He has my boy.”
Marcus crouched and grabbed Caleb by the collar.
“Name.”
Caleb shook his head.
“I can’t.”
I walked over and looked down at him.
“You pointed a gun near Lily.”
“I wasn’t going to hurt her.”
“You brought danger into my house.”
“I was told to take the drive.”
“By who?”
Caleb started crying.
A grown man.
A trained man.
Broken.
“He said your father owed him. He said this house belonged to him before it belonged to you.”
My pulse slowed.
Only one living man spoke that way.
Richard Voss.
My father’s lawyer.
The man who had written half our contracts and buried the other half.
A retired judge before my father pulled him into private work.
The Judge.
Of course.
He had been in every room.
Every will.
Every shell company.
Every transfer.
Victor was not serving an outsider.
He was serving the ghost of my father’s empire.
Wearing Richard Voss’s face.
Marcus saw the realization hit me.
“Adrian?”
I looked at Caleb.
“Where is your son?”
“I don’t know.”
“Where does Voss meet Victor?”
Caleb swallowed.
“Old courthouse.”
“When?”
“Tonight. Two a.m.”
I checked the clock.
1:18.
Emily stood with Lily in her arms.
“No.”
I looked at her.
“No what?”
“You’re going.”
“Yes.”
“And he wants that.”
“Yes.”
“Then don’t.”
“If I don’t, he keeps coming.”
Her eyes burned.
“Lily just got me back.”
“I know.”
“Do not make her watch someone else disappear.”
The words landed hard.
Lily looked at me over Emily’s shoulder.
“Are you leaving?”
I crossed the room and crouched.
“For a little while.”
Her lower lip trembled.
“Bad man again?”
“Yes.”
“Are you scared?”
I almost lied.
Then I didn’t.
“Yes.”
Her eyes widened.
I touched Mr. Buttons’ torn ear.
“But being scared does not mean we stop.”
She thought about that.
Then she held out the rabbit.
“For brave.”
I stared at it.
Emily whispered, “Lily…”
But Lily pushed Mr. Buttons into my hands.
“You bring him back.”
My throat tightened.
I took the rabbit carefully.
“I will.”
Emily caught my wrist before I stood.
“Bring yourself back too.”
For a moment, I could not speak.
Then I nodded.
Marcus moved to the door.
“We need to go.”
I turned to Rose.
“Take them to the panic suite. No one enters except Marcus’s men.”
Rose nodded.
Emily held Lily tighter.
I walked out with a stuffed rabbit tucked under my arm and murder in my heart.
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The old courthouse waited at the edge of Coldwater like a monument to every secret my father had ever buried.
And inside it, the Judge was waiting for me.
