2024-12-27 14:38:44Their conversation was interrupted by a loud knock at the door which made Margaret jump.
“Who on earth—” Before she could finish, one of the mobsters pushed the door open. Their leader, a tall man with a scar running down his cheek, stepped inside with a smug grin. “Mr. Holsten,” the man drawled, his voice thick with menace. “It’s time to settle your debt.” Mr. Holsten’s face turned red with anger. “What are you talking about, Carlos? The loan isn’t due for another six months!” Carlos shrugged casually. “The boss has decided he wants his money now. You see, patience isn’t really his strong suit.” Margaret gasped. “This is outrageous! You can’t just change the terms like this.” “We can and we have,” Carlos said with a smirk. “Now, pay up.” Evangeline stepped forward, her face a mixture of defiance and disbelief. “This is absurd! You know we don’t have that kind of money lying around.” Carlos glanced at her, his eyes lingering in a way that made her skin crawl. “Ah, Evangeline. The boss mentioned you. Seems he’s taken quite a liking to you. Perhaps we can come to an... alternative arrangement.” Evangeline recoiled in disgust. “Over my dead body!” Carlos laughed. “That can be arranged too.” Mike, who had been silently watching from the sidelines, suddenly stepped forward, puffing out his chest. “You’d better leave now, Carlos. You don’t want to mess with us.” Carlos arched an eyebrow. “And who are you supposed to be?” “I’m Mike Smith,” he announced proudly. “The Only Heir of the Smith family.” Carlos, looking him up and down. “Oh really?” Mike’s face turned red. “I’m warning you! I have underworld connection with one call. You will be finished.” “I am sorry- please don’t call,” he acted as if he was scared. “It’s okay. I spare you all,” Mike said boasting himself. He turned his gaze back to Evangeline. “You don’t need worry, Eva. I would be always there for you.Unlike your husband, who is scared and standing still in the corner.” Evangeline and her mother glanced at Kael. And they scrunched their nose in disappointment. “I always knew you would be my best son in law. You saved us, Mike.” Evangeline mother appreciates Mike. She glanced back to Kael, “You are just worthless and spineless man, who couldn’t save his own wife. Shameless!! Befor she could cursed him more, they were interrupted by Carlos voice. But his attitude changed, he grabbed his collar. “Do you think a fool like you , can scared me.” “What the hell are you doing?” Mike stammered. “Don’t you dare to interrupt me next time or I will cut you in pieces. You can fool others by your fake rolex but not me.” He warned him, while his jaw clenched. Carlos ignored him, signaling to his men. “Take the girl.” Two of the mobsters moved toward Evangeline. She stepped back, panic flashing across her face. “Don’t you dare touch me!” Kael, who had been silent the entire time, stepped forward . “That’s enough.” Carlos turned to him, his expression amused. “And who’s this? Another wannabe hero?” Kael didn’t reply. Instead, he moved with lightning speed, grabbing the first mobster by the arm and twisting it until there was a sickening crack. The man screamed as Kael threw him to the ground. “Big mistake,” Carlos growled, pulling out a knife. Kael ducked under Carlos’s first swing and countered with a precise punch to the ribs, sending him stumbling backward. “NO ONE TOUCHES MY WIFE!!” The other mobsters rushed forward, but Kael moved like a force of nature, disarming one and sending another crashing into a table. Within moments, the room was littered with groaning men. Carlos staggered to his feet, clutching his side. “You’ll regret this. The boss won’t let this slide.” “Let him come,” Kael said coldly. Carlos spat on the floor before signaling his men to retreat. “You’ve just signed your family’s death warrant,” he snarled before storming out. As the mobsters’ cars sped away, the room fell into stunned silence. Margaret was the first to speak. “What have you done?” she hissed, her voice trembling with rage. Kael turned to her, his expression calm but firm. “I stopped them from taking your daughter. You’re welcome.” “You’ve made things worse!” Margaret snapped. “Do you have any idea what they’ll do to us now?” Mike, still nursing his bruised ego, pointed an accusing finger at Kael. “This is all your fault! If you’d just stayed out of it—” “Stayed out of it?” Kael interrupted, his voice rising. “They were going to take Evangeline! Or did you miss that part?” Evangeline glared at him, her hands clenched into fists. “You’ve ruined everything! Do you think you’re some kind of hero? All you’ve done is put us in even more danger.” Kael’s patience snapped. “Maybe if someone in this house stood up for themselves, I wouldn’t have had to step in.” “How dare you!” Margaret shouted. “You’re nothing but trouble. We should never have let you into this family.” “That’s enough!” Mr. Holsten’s voice cut through the chaos. He looked at everyone in the room, his expression stern. “Kael did what he thought was right, and I won’t have anyone blaming him for protecting this family.” Evangeline threw her hands in the air. “Protecting us? He’s painted a target on all of our backs!” Kael shook his head, his jaw tightening.
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