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"The birthday cake hadn’t even finished falling when fifteen-year-old Ethan snapped. / Chapter 7 / 10

Chapter 8 - The Trap Springs

The glass shattered in a cascade of glittering shards. A second man, heavily built and wearing tactical body armor, breached the living room window, his weapon drawn.

Sarah didn't hesitate. She fired twice.

The first shot caught the intruder in the shoulder, spinning him backward over the sofa. The second round tore into the window frame as he scrambled for cover, groaning in pain.

Julian lunged forward, closing the distance between them with terrifying speed. He struck Sarah’s wrist with a vicious chop, knocking the 9mm from her grasp. The gun skittered across the polished hardwood floor, disappearing beneath the dining room sideboard.

Julian grabbed her by the throat, slamming her against the wall with enough force to knock the air from her lungs.

"Stupid woman," Julian hissed, his fingers digging into her windpipe. "Where is the drive?!"

Sarah clawed at his hands, her vision swimming with dark spots. But beneath the panic, her mind remained razor-sharp. She reached her right hand downward, slipping her fingers into her apron pocket.

She pulled out the heavy brass key—and drove the jagged edge directly into Julian’s left eye.

Julian screamed—a high, wet screech of agony—releasing her throat as he staggered backward, clutching his face, crimson pouring between his fingers.

"Bitch! I'll butcher your children in front of you!" he shrieked, stumbling across the ruined cake-stained floor.

Sarah dropped to the floor, gasping for air, her lungs burning. Across the room, the wounded gunman was already struggling to his feet, raising a suppressed pistol toward her head.

"MOM!"

A deafening roar echoed from the top of the stairs.

Ethan came hurtling down the steps, not with the hesitant fear of a victim, but with the berserk fury of a brother protecting his home. In his hands, he swung the solid aluminum baseball bat with every ounce of muscle he had built over years of sprinting track.

The bat cracked against the side of the gunman's helmet with the force of a sledgehammer.

The man collapsed like a felled tree, hitting the floor unconscious, his pistol sliding uselessly into the pool of melted vanilla frosting.

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