Chapter 6 - THE STAIRWELL
Every step was torture. The broken bone in Elena's wrist ground against itself as Garrett dragged her roughly by the elbow, pulling her into the harsh, concrete stairwell. The contractions were hitting her fast now, rolling over her abdomen in tight, suffocating waves.
"Keep moving," Garrett hissed, pulling a small silver handgun from an ankle holster. "If they want you, they'll have to scrape you off the pavement."
"Please," Elena sobbed, barely able to walk as another contraction doubled her over. "Garrett, the baby is coming now. I can't walk."
"You're going to walk, or I'm going to shoot you right here," he snarled, the mask completely gone, revealing the sociopathic core she had always been too afraid to acknowledge. The baby wasn't a child to him. It was an heir, a legal anchor to the trust funds he used to wash dirty money.
The heavy metal door of the stairwell kicked open above them. Agent Vance and three heavily armed tactical agents flooded the landing.
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"Garrett Hartford!" Vance yelled, his rifle trained perfectly on Garrett’s forehead. "Let her go. There is nowhere to run. The building is surrounded."
Garrett panicked. He raised his gun toward Vance, but in that split second, Elena found a reserve of strength she didn't know she possessed. With a primal scream, she threw her entire body weight backward, tearing her good arm from Garrett's grip and throwing herself flat onto the concrete stairs.
