Chapter 5 - BLOOD ON THE MARBLE
The attack came at 3:00 AM.
The hospital’s backup generators suddenly failed, plunging the VIP wing into total darkness. The emergency lights flickered on, casting sickly red shadows across the corridor. Then, the silenced pfft-pfft of suppressed gunfire echoed from the stairwell.
"They breached the floor!" a guard yelled before a bullet caught him in the throat.
Michael kicked the heavy oak door of Noah’s suite shut, dragging a metal heavy desk across the barricade. Emily was already at Noah’s crib, shielding the infant with her body.
"We need to move," Frank shouted, firing two blind shots through the door’s frosted glass. "Boss, the south elevator shaft has a maintenance ladder. It’s our only way down to the garage."
"Grab the baby," Michael ordered Emily. He tossed her a spare Glock. "Do you know how to use that?"
"I'm a surgeon," she said, checking the magazine with terrifying efficiency. "I know exactly where the vital organs are."
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They moved as a unit. Michael took the point, dropping two masked men in tactical gear with ruthless precision in the hallway. The air was thick with the smell of cordite and copper. As they reached the maintenance access, a grenade bounced off the wall, landing ten feet away.
Frank shoved Michael and Emily into the shaft just as the explosion ripped through the corridor. The shockwave knocked Emily hard against the metal grating, but she held Noah impossibly tight, whispering calming words as the baby finally began to cry. The war for Michael Carter’s empire had officially begun, and his son was the ultimate prize.
