"Gear up. Every brother you can reach, get them here. Now."
"Tonight, we're tearing down the Harding estate."
Bruno hesitated. "Young Heir, the Hardings are one of the biggest names in the capital. If we roll up on them like this..."
"I said move!" My palm cracked against the doorframe so hard the solid wood splintered. "Anything goes wrong, it's on me!"
Fifteen minutes later.
Ten black armored SUVs tore down the highway like a convoy of war machines, blowing through every red light, heading straight for the Harding estate.
In the back seat, I gripped my phone and dialed Thomas's number.
Off.
Still off.
The tearing sensation in my soul grew worse with every second. His life signs were fading fast.
"Faster!" I roared at the driver.
The Harding estate sat halfway up the mountain. Two massive copper gates stood sealed shut, four uniformed guards posted out front.
The driver slowed, reaching for the horn.
I grabbed the wheel and stomped the gas pedal to the floor.
"Ram it."
The copper gates exploded inward with a deafening crash, ripped off their hinges by the armored SUV. Alarms screamed across the estate.
The SUV drifted hard and came to a dead stop in front of the main building.
I kicked the door open, jumped out with a solid steel baseball bat in my fist.
Bruno and Harry poured out behind me with over a hundred men, flooding the grounds, surrounding the Harding mansion in seconds flat.
"Tear it apart."