417 Bartender Fed Silent Girl Every Night — Until Her Crime Boss Father Walked In With 4 Bodyguards

The alarm sensors embedded in the perimeter trees of the New Hampshire estate flared silent red on the study's monitoring console at 3:14 AM.

Constantine’s eyes snapped to the screen. Three thermal signatures were moving through the dense pine forest toward the eastern deck, masked by the heavy rain and cloaked in high-end tactical gear.

"Viktor," Constantine spoke into his encrypted comms device, his voice a lethal whisper. "Inbound. Three at the tree line. Silent neutralization."

"Copy that, boss. I'm moving into position," Viktor replied.

Constantine turned to Josie, who had refused to go back to bed, standing instead by the hallway with Liam—who had insisted on staying awake to help. Liam held a modified EMP tablet capable of wiping out local drone feeds, his face pale but resolute.

"They're here," Liam whispered.

Suddenly, the house’s master power grid cut out with a harsh electrical pop, plunging the expansive timber-and-stone estate into pitch blackness, save for the eerie green glow of emergency backup strips along the baseboards.

CRASH!

The glass French doors on the lower lakeside deck shattered inward as heavy combat boots hit the hardwood floor. Two Aegis Corp mercenaries, faces obscured by matte-black night-vision helmets and armed with suppressed submachine guns, swept into the lower living room.

From the shadows of the staircase, Constantine moved. He didn't make a sound.

As the lead mercenary panned his weapon toward the hallway, Constantine closed the distance in a fraction of a second. With a brutal, fluid motion, he drove the heel of his palm upward into the mercenary's chin, shattering his helmet's visor and dropping him instantly.

The second operative swung his rifle around, but Liam threw the EMP tablet hard across the room, striking the mercenary square in the chest and throwing off his aim just long enough for Constantine to tackle him to the floor, disarming him with a sharp twist of metal and bone.

"Liam, get Josie and Mila to the reinforced safe room in the basement," Constantine ordered, his breathing heavy as he checked the magazine of his confiscated rifle. "Now!"