«Don’t go in the house!» the boy shouted. The millionaire stopped and a second later, stunned by what had happened…

The motel had flickering neon signs, thin walls that let in every noise from the highway, and a constant smell of stale smoke.

Jake missed their old home, but he tried to make the best of it by exploring his new surroundings, finding hidden spots like the park nearby where he could climb trees or the creek where he skipped rocks.

It was precisely that evening when Jake became an unwitting witness to a peculiar scene that would change everything.

As he sat there, doodling in the dirt with a stick, a dark gray car without license plates pulled up quietly to David’s mansion.

The vehicle was nondescript, the kind that blended into traffic, with tinted windows that hid whoever was inside.

From it emerged three men swiftly, all wearing black ski masks and dark clothing that made them look like shadows in the fading light.

They moved with purpose, glancing around cautiously before slipping through the backyard gate and forcing their way into the house via the rear door, which creaked slightly as it opened.

Inside, they navigated the dimly lit rooms, avoiding the renovation tools scattered about, and headed straight to the basement, where they set about their sinister task with practiced efficiency.

They were out in just five minutes, returning to the car and speeding away without a sound, leaving no immediate trace of their presence.

Jake had seen it all from behind a cluster of thick bushes where he had hidden instinctively, his heart pounding as he realized something suspicious was unfolding.

He crouched low, barely breathing, watching through the leaves as the men disappeared into the distance…