Chapter 6 - BLOOD AND PROMISES
The elevator plummeted in absolute darkness, landing in the underground parking garage. Alexander slumped against the metal wall, blood soaking his white dress shirt.
Rosa tore the hem of her catering dress, pressing it hard against his wound. "You're going to be okay," she sobbed, panic rising in her chest.
Alexander groaned, looking up at her. In the dim emergency lighting, he reached out with his bloody hand and touched her cheek. "I promised I would protect you. Both of you."
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Mia was crying softly, holding Barnaby. Alexander forced a smile for the little girl. "Hey... I'm okay, kiddo. Just a scratch. The good guys always win, remember?"
He managed to stand, leading them to an unmarked, vintage Mustang covered by a tarp in the corner of the garage—a ghost car unregistered to his name. They sped into the rainy night just as Victor's men swarmed the garage. They were alive, but they were now hunted in their own city.
