The knock on the door turned into pounding.I stood frozen in the safe room, legs still shaky from the way James had taken me on the table. The interrupted recording still echoed in my mind.~Harry Vida is your father.~James moved instantly. He pressed a hidden panel beside the bookshelf. A section of the wall slid open, revealing a narrow, dimly lit escape passage.“Move,” he said, grabbing my hand.We slipped into the corridor just as the outer door rattled violently. Harry Vida’s voice boomed through the speaker again, calm and chilling."Oh my dear daughter. Please open the door. Let’s talk like family.”We ran. The passage was narrow and cold, emergency lights casting long shadows. James led the way, gun in hand, moving with the precision of someone who had prepared for this exact nightmare. I followed close behind, silver gun ready, heart pounding.We emerged in the underground garage. James chose the fastest car , a sleek black supercar reinforced for war. The engine roared to
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