Skylar's POV
Skylar had just put Christiana's hair into a neat braid when her phone vibrated on the vanity table.
She glanced at the caller ID. Ethan.
Her chest tightened.
Ethan never called her unless it was serious.
"Mom?" Christiana asked, noticing the shift in her expression.
Skylar forced a small smile. "Give me a moment, sweetheart."
She stepped out of the room and answered. "Ethan?"
"Classic is under attack."
The world around her froze.
"What?" she breathed.
"It was a planned hit. They forced his limo off the road. Chris has already activated Ghost Protocol—"
Skylar's blood ran cold.
"Where is my son, Ethan?"
"Backup is two minutes away. He's holding his own, but—"
Skylar didn't wait to hear the rest. She stormed down the hall, heart racing.
She knew what Ghost Protocol meant.
Chris wasn't just going to rescue Classic. He was going to erase every single person who had dared touch their son.
Skylar had seen Chris's ruthlessness before.
But this time, it was personal.
And that terrified her more than anything.
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