Chapter 4 - The Ambush
The deafening sound of automatic gunfire instantly echoed terrifyingly through the dark hospital corridors.
The Romano crime family had somehow discovered that the legendary David Carter was lying weak and defenseless in a hospital bed.
They had completely cut the city power grid and bypassed the backup generators to stage a massive, brutal assassination attempt.
Without a second of hesitation, David threw his heavily bandaged body completely out of the hospital bed.
He totally ignored the fresh blood soaking rapidly through his white surgical gown as he pulled a hidden pistol from under his mattress.
"Get behind me right now, Natasha," he roared over the terrifying sound of shattering hallway glass.
I scooped Chloe into my arms, pressing her small head against my shoulder to completely muffle her frightened cries.
Silas aggressively kicked a heavy medical cart in front of the door, creating a makeshift barricade just as bullets began tearing through the drywall.
"There are too many of them, boss," Silas yelled, returning deadly fire into the pitch-black hallway.
"We have to take the private service elevator down to the underground laundry tunnels," David commanded, his brilliant tactical mind taking complete control.
He grabbed my free hand tightly with his bloody fingers, his grip incredibly strong and undeniably protective.
We pushed desperately through a side door leading directly into an abandoned medical supply closet.
The air was thick with gray smoke and the terrifying, metallic smell of freshly fired gunpowder.
We sprinted blindly down a narrow maintenance stairwell, the sound of heavy combat boots echoing loudly above us.
Chloe buried her face deeply in my neck, crying silently as I carried her down flight after flight of concrete stairs.
We finally reached the dark, damp basement, completely surrounded by massive industrial washing machines and laundry carts.
I genuinely thought we had successfully evaded the heavily armed Romano hitmen completely.
Suddenly, a massive metal door crashed open, and a towering man with an assault rifle stepped directly into our path.
He leveled the heavy weapon squarely at Chloe's back, a cruel, disgusting smile stretching across his scarred face.
"Say goodnight to your little bastard, Carter," the hitman sneered, placing his finger firmly on the deadly trigger.
David did not even possess the fraction of a second needed to raise his own pistol to defend us.
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Instead, he violently threw his massive body directly in front of my daughter just as the deafening gunshot rang out.
The heavy caliber bullet struck David squarely in the chest, sending him crashing violently to the cold concrete floor.
