My Nephew Broke Into My Home — Then My Maid Pulled A Badge
Part 2
I stared at the federal crest catching the faint light from under the door.
“FBI,” Brenda whispered.
“I’ve been undercover in your operation for thirty-six months.”
The shock hit me harder than a physical blow.
My entire life had been a carefully constructed lie.
“Why are you helping me?” I breathed.
She slipped the badge back into her pocket.
“Because thirty minutes ago, I intercepted a transmission.”
“Tyler isn’t just taking over your territory.”
“He made a deal with the cartel across the river.”
“This isn’t a federal takedown anymore.”
“It’s a sanctioned execution.”
My throat went completely dry.
The federal agent assigned to destroy me was now my only protection.
We listened as more furniture crashed in the adjacent rooms.
Tyler was tearing the house apart looking for my hidden ledgers.
“My children,” I rasped.
“Where are Brian and Heather?”
Brenda’s professional mask slipped for a fraction of a second.
“Tyler moved Heather to a safe house in the mountains yesterday.”
“He told her he was protecting her from a rival gang.”
“Brian is being watched at his hotel in Europe.”
“The moment you are confirmed dead, they both become loose ends.”
A new kind of rage ignited in my chest.
This wasn’t just business anymore.
They were going to slaughter my entire bloodline.
I reached past her and grabbed the closet door handle.
I didn’t care about the odds anymore.
I was going to walk out there and break my nephew’s neck.
Brenda slammed her hand over mine.
She pushed me back against the wall with shocking force.
“If you walk out there, your kids die,” she hissed.
“I have a way out of here.”
“But you have to trust me.”
The walls of the closet felt like they were shrinking.
My breathing grew shallow and rapid.
I had spent thirty years controlling every variable in my world.
Now I was completely at the mercy of an undercover cop.
I could hear Tyler shouting orders down the hallway.
He was telling his men to check the perimeter.
He wanted to ensure nobody could escape the property.
He had clearly learned my ruthless methods too well.
Brenda reached under her dress again.
She pulled out a small electronic device resembling a garage door opener.
“When I press this, the main breaker blows,” she whispered.
“We will have exactly sixty seconds of total darkness.”
“We have to make it to the kitchen pantry.”
“There is a service elevator behind the wine racks.”
I frowned in the darkness.
I had built this mansion from the ground up.
There was no service elevator behind the wine racks.
“Megan ordered a renovation last year while you were in Vegas,” Brenda explained softly.
“She claimed she was expanding the storage space.”
“She was actually building an extraction route for her new partners.”
My wife had dug my grave right under my feet.
Every renovation, every vacation, every late-night phone call.
It all painted a horrifying picture of a woman plotting my demise.
“Are you ready?” Brenda asked.
She held her thumb over the small red button.
I stared at the heavy wooden door separating me from my traitorous nephew.
I had to leave my empire behind if I wanted to save my children.
How was I going to escape a fortress designed by the wife who wanted me dead?
