Chapter 4 - THE BREACH
"Elena!" Garrett’s voice was muffled through the thick door, but the barely restrained fury in it was unmistakable. "Open this door! They said I could come back now!"
Marcus stepped back, pulling a heavy fire extinguisher from the wall and gripping it tightly. "Don't say anything," he mouthed to her.
"Open the damn door!" Garrett roared, and the heavy wood shuddered under the force of his shoulder. He was done playing the concerned husband. He knew something was wrong. He had paid off too many cops and silenced too many witnesses not to recognize when a trap was snapping shut.
The baby kicked violently, sending a sharp, twisting pain through Elena’s lower back. A warm rush of fluid suddenly soaked through her hospital gown, pooling on the cold examination table. Her water had just broken. The terror, the shock, the trauma of the broken bone—it had triggered labor.
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"Marcus," she gasped, clutching her belly with her good hand. "The baby. It's coming."
Before the technician could react, the handle on the door violently shattered. Sparks flew as a heavy-duty hospital security baton smashed through the locking mechanism. The door kicked open, and Garrett stood in the frame. But he wasn't alone. He had three men with him—men in dark suits Elena recognized as his "drivers." One of them had a suppressed pistol drawn and pointed directly at Marcus.
