The alarm's shrill wail echoed through the mansion, signaling that danger was near. Benjamin moved swiftly, his long strides purposeful as he headed toward the security room where Marcus was waiting. Clara stood frozen in the hallway, torn between obeying Benjamin's order to stay put and her instinct to follow him.
She finally decided to head to the study, a room she knew was fortified. If something went wrong, at least she would be safer there. But even as she locked the door behind her, her heart pounded with worry for Benjamin.
Meanwhile, in the security room, Marcus pointed to the monitors. "They've cut through the outer perimeter. This isn't Raven's men; it's someone else entirely. The tactics are too precise, too organized."
Benjamin studied the screens, his sharp eyes narrowing as he assessed the situation. A group of masked intruders was making their way toward the main house, their movements calculated and swift.
"Who are they?" Benjamin asked, his voice cold and steady.
"We don't know yet," Marcus replied. "But they've got high-grade equipment. This isn't a random attack."
Benjamin's jaw tightened. "They're testing us. Let's show them what happens when they cross the line."
He barked orders into his comms, instructing his men to fortify key points around the mansion. "No one gets inside. Neutralize them, but I want one alive for questioning."
As his men dispersed, Benjamin pulled out his phone and dialed a secure line. "Evelyn, I need you to run a trace on the breach. Find out who's behind this."
Evelyn's voice crackled on the other end. "Already on it. Be careful, Benjamin. This feels... calculated."
"Always," he replied before ending the call.
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In the study, Clara paced nervously. The muffled sounds of gunfire reached her ears, making her flinch with every shot. She hated feeling so helpless, locked away while Benjamin faced danger head-on. Her mind raced with possibilities—who could be behind this attack? And why now, when they had just begun to feel a semblance of peace?
The sound of footsteps outside the study door made her freeze. She held her breath, clutching a letter opener she had grabbed from the desk. The doorknob rattled, and a low voice called out, "Clara, it's me."
Relief flooded her as she recognized Marcus's voice. She unlocked the door and let him in.
"Benjamin wanted me to check on you," Marcus said, his face tense. "We've got the situation under control, but it's not over yet."
"Who are they?" Clara asked.
Marcus hesitated. "We're not sure, but they're well-trained. Benjamin's handling it."
Clara's worry deepened. "I need to see him. I can't just sit here."
Marcus shook his head. "It's too dangerous. He wouldn't forgive me if anything happened to you."
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Outside, the battle raged on. Benjamin moved like a predator, his sharp instincts guiding him as he took down one intruder after another. His men worked in tandem, a well-oiled machine that left no room for error.
But as the fight wore on, it became clear that the attackers were not just testing their defenses—they were after something specific.
"Boss," one of his men called out. "They're retreating!"
Benjamin's eyes narrowed. "Not without answers."
He sprinted toward the fleeing group, taking down the last man before he could escape. Pinning him to the ground, Benjamin growled, "Who sent you?"
The man laughed, his voice distorted by the mask. "You'll find out soon enough. This is just the beginning."
Benjamin ripped off the mask, revealing a scarred face he didn't recognize. Frustration boiled inside him as the man refused to give any more information, even under threat.
As his men secured the intruder, Benjamin's phone buzzed. It was Evelyn.
"I found something," she said, her tone grim. "The attack was orchestrated by someone called 'The Phantom.' He's been making waves in the underground world, taking down rival groups one by one. It looks like you're next on his list."
Benjamin's grip tightened on the phone. "Let him come. He'll regret it."
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Back in the study, Clara sat with Marcus, her nerves frayed as she waited for news. When the door finally opened, and Benjamin walked in, she rushed to him, relief washing over her.
"Are you okay?" she asked, her hands searching for any sign of injury.
"I'm fine," he assured her, pulling her into a tight embrace. "But we've got a new enemy. And this one won't back down easily."
Clara looked up at him, her eyes filled with determination. "Whatever happens, we'll face it together."
Benjamin kissed her forehead, silently vowing to protect her at all costs.