Fire in the Walls
The gunshot rang through the mansion like thunder. The nanny froze, clutching the child to her chest as the traitor lunged forward. He grabbed her wrist, wrenching the weapon from her trembling hand.
"Don't fight," he hissed, eyes cold. "You were never safe here. You belong to them."
Her heart pounded, fear choking her, but instinct roared louder. She shoved the little girl under the bed. "Stay hidden. Don't move, no matter what."
The traitor dragged her toward the door, but the sound of heavy footsteps pounded up the stairs—the boss.
He burst into the room, gun raised, his presence filling the air like a storm.
"Let her go," he growled.
The traitor smirked, pressing his gun to her temple. "One more step and she dies."
For a split second, time froze. The nanny could feel the boss's rage burning like fire, but behind it—a terrifying calm.
"You betray me, under my roof?" His voice was low, lethal. "You won't leave here alive."
The traitor snarled and shoved her forward, firing wildly. Glass shattered, walls splintered. The nanny ducked, covering her ears, while the boss charged.
The fight was brutal. Blows landed, blood spilled. The traitor fought like a man desperate, but the boss fought like a man who had everything to lose.
Then—chaos. Another explosion boomed from outside. The enemy had breached the outer gates. Shouts, screams, gunfire filled the night.
In the distraction, the traitor smashed a chair into the boss's wounded arm, making him stumble. He grabbed the nanny by her waist, dragging her toward the balcony.
"No!" she screamed, struggling, but his grip was iron.
The boss roared, firing his gun, but the traitor hurled a smoke grenade to cover his escape. Coughing, blinded, she felt herself pulled over the balcony railing—
And in the haze, the last thing she heard was the boss shouting her name, voice breaking with fury and fear, as the enemy vanished into the night with her in their grasp.
She was gone.