Chapter 4 - The Uninvited Guest
The peace ended on a Thursday. A man named Silas, one of Sean’s top enforcers, bypassed the front door and walked into the living room as if he owned the space. Raleigh stood up, his spine rigid, his growl deep enough to rattle the glass in the windows.
Carrie didn't scream. She simply stopped mid-sentence while explaining a lesson to Marcus.
"Mr. Silas," she said, turning toward the sound of his heavy breathing. "You’ve forgotten your manners."
Silas laughed, a harsh, grating sound. "Manners are for people with futures. The boss wants to know if the dog still remembers how to kill. He wants a private exhibition."
"The dog is retired," Carrie said.
"Dogs don't retire," Silas countered, pulling a blade from his coat. "They get put down."
Raleigh lunged. He didn't bark, he didn't posture—he moved like a piston. Silas barely managed to block the massive jaws with his forearm, the knife clattering to the floor. Before he could recover, Raleigh had him pinned against the wall, a low, murderous rumble vibrating through his chest.
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"I wouldn't," Carrie whispered. She blew the whistle. One long, descending note.
Raleigh backed off instantly, sitting at Carrie’s feet, though his eyes never left Silas’s throat.
