The silence that followed the woman’s cold words was suffocating. Camille’s heart pounded as she tried to make sense of the situation. Who was this woman? And what did she mean by “plans”?
The woman stepped forward, her face illuminated under the flickering warehouse light. She was strikingly beautiful, with sharp features, piercing eyes, and an aura that demanded attention. Her lips curled into a smug smile as her gaze locked onto the brothers.
“I asked you a question,” Matthew growled, stepping protectively in front of Camille. “Who the hell are you?”
The woman’s eyes gleamed with malice. “My name is Bianca. Victor’s… closest companion. Or should I say, his mistress.”
The brothers exchanged stunned glances. Camille’s stomach churned. Victor, even in death, still had secrets unraveling before them.
“You’re lying,” Leo spat, his voice filled with disgust. “Victor didn’t care about anyone but himself.”
Bianca chuckled darkly, her eyes cold and predatory. “Oh, darling, you don’t know your father at all. He cared about power—and the person who helped him hold onto it.” She gestured to herself. “Me.”
“Power?” Noah scoffed, his fists clenched at his sides. “All he did was ruin our lives!”
Bianca tilted her head slightly, her lips curling into a smirk. “You’re right, Noah. Victor was cruel, manipulative… but he also built an empire. And now, I’m here to claim what’s mine.”
Matthew stepped forward, his voice tight with anger. “What the hell do you want from us?”
Bianca’s smile widened, her eyes glinting with malice. “Isn’t it obvious? Victor’s estate. His businesses. Everything he built. It all belongs to me now.”
“You’re insane!” Camille blurted out, pushing herself up despite the pain in her side. “Victor’s dead, and none of this is yours!”
“Careful, darling,” Bianca sneered, her voice dripping with condescension. “I wouldn’t push your luck. You don’t know what I’m capable of.”
Leo glared at her, stepping up beside Matthew. “We’re not afraid of you, Bianca. Victor’s estate belongs to us. We’re his sons.”
Bianca’s eyes narrowed, her smile turning icy. “You think I care about your claim? You’re just obstacles in my way.”
“Obstacles?” Matthew repeated, his voice darkening. “What are you planning?”
Bianca’s gaze sharpened, her eyes flicking to the gun in her hand. “Oh, Matthew. It’s simple. I’m going to take everything Victor left behind… and I’m going to make sure none of you are around to stop me.”
Camille’s blood ran cold. This wasn’t just about the estate—Bianca wanted them dead.
“You’re not going to get away with this,” Noah said, his voice steady but laced with tension. “The police are coming. You can’t just walk away.”
Bianca let out a low, mocking laugh. “Do you really think the police matter? By the time they arrive, I’ll be long gone. And as for you three…” She raised the gun, aiming it directly at them. “You won’t be around to tell anyone what happened.”
Camille’s breath hitched, her heart racing. They were trapped—Victor’s death had been brutal, but this was far worse. Bianca wasn’t just some scorned lover; she was dangerous.
“We’re not letting you kill us,” Leo growled, stepping in front of his brothers and Camille. “You’ll have to go through me first.”
Bianca raised an eyebrow, clearly amused by his bravery. “How noble of you. But I’ve come too far to let any of you stand in my way.”
As the tension in the air thickened, Camille could feel the panic rising in her throat. They had no way out, no plan, no hope.
“You don’t have to do this,” Matthew said suddenly, his voice low and calm. “Killing us isn’t going to give you what you want.”
Bianca’s eyes flashed with anger. “Don’t you dare try to lecture me. You’re just as weak as your father thought you were.”
Matthew took a deep breath, his eyes locking onto hers. “You think this is about strength? It’s about survival. If you kill us, you’ll be hunted for the rest of your life.”
Bianca’s expression faltered for a brief moment, but then her lips curled into a cruel smile. “Nice try. But I’ve already made up my mind.”
Before anyone could react, a loud bang echoed through the warehouse. Camille flinched, expecting the worst—but the bullet didn’t hit any of them.
Instead, it slammed into the wall just inches from Matthew’s head. Bianca’s warning shot.
“Next one won’t miss,” she said coldly. “Now, say your goodbyes.”
Just as she prepared to fire again, a loud crash erupted from behind them. The warehouse door was flung open, and several figures stormed inside, weapons drawn.
Bianca whirled around, her expression twisting into one of pure rage. “No!”
The men who entered weren’t police. They were Victor’s old associates—armed and dangerous.
“What the hell is going on?” Leo shouted, pulling Camille behind him as the room descended into chaos.
Bianca, caught off guard by the sudden intrusion, hesitated for the first time. “What are you doing here?” she spat, glaring at the intruders.
One of the men—a burly, scar-faced figure—smirked at her. “Victor’s dead. We’re taking control now. You thought you could have it all, Bianca? Guess again.”
Bianca’s eyes widened, realization dawning on her. She had lost control. “You bastards,” she hissed, raising her gun toward the men.
Suddenly, gunfire erupted in the warehouse, bullets flying in every direction. Camille’s heart pounded as she ducked behind a crate, Matthew and Leo dragging her to cover just in time.
“Stay down!” Matthew shouted over the deafening noise.
Noah pulled his brothers closer, eyes wide with panic. “We need to get out of here!”
Bianca screamed in frustration, trapped between the brothers and Victor’s former allies. “This isn’t over!” she shrieked, firing wildly at anyone in her path.
But before she could do more damage, a bullet struck her in the leg, sending her crashing to the floor. Her gun clattered out of reach as she writhed in pain, her once commanding presence shattered.
The brothers exchanged a glance, realizing the nightmare was far from over.
Camille, breathless and terrified, looked up just in time to see Bianca clutching at her leg, her face contorted in agony. But even then, through the chaos and pain, Bianca’s eyes burned with hatred.
“You haven’t won,” she snarled, her voice barely above a whisper. “I’ll make sure you all pay for this.”
And before anyone could react, the warehouse door slammed open once more—another figure stepping into the madness. Camille’s breath caught in her throat as a shadowy silhouette emerged from the smoke.
The newcomer’s voice cut through the chaos like a blade.
“Bianca… what have you done?”
The brothers froze, recognizing the voice instantly. Camille’s heart dropped as she realized—this wasn’t over.