Chapter 4 - ASSASSINS IN THE HALLWAY
The hallway outside the penthouse was eerily silent. Rowan navigated his chair with practiced precision, the wheels making almost no sound on the thick carpet. Elara walked closely behind him, her heart pounding a frantic rhythm against her ribs. She had stashed Mia safely in the staff locker room, but now she was caught in a deadly game she didn't understand.
"Service elevator," Rowan commanded softly.
They reached the end of the hall just as the heavy doors of the main elevator chimed. Three men stepped out, weapons drawn and silenced. Rowan didn't hesitate. He spun his chair, raising his Glock, and fired two precise shots. The leading assassin dropped before he could even register the target.
"Push!" Rowan yelled.
Elara shoved the wheelchair through the service doors, her adrenaline spiking. Bullets tore into the plaster behind them. Inside the narrow service elevator, Rowan hit the button for the basement. He looked at Elara, whose hands were shaking violently.
"You're in this now," Rowan said, his voice devoid of pity but filled with a strange, fierce protectiveness. "They saw your face. Marcus will kill you just to tie up loose ends."
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"My daughter is in the locker room!" Elara cried out, panic overtaking her.
"Then we go to the locker room," Rowan replied, reloading his weapon. "No one gets left behind."
