Chapter 3 - The Price of Arrogance
Damien grabbed the surgeon by the collar of his green scrubs.
"Do whatever it takes to save them both," Damien growled, his voice vibrating with lethal desperation.
The surgeon nodded quickly and rushed back into the bright operating room.
Damien stood alone in the hallway, staring at his hands covered in the blood of the woman he loved.
His encrypted cell phone vibrated violently in his pocket.
It was a call from his top financial hacker back in Chicago.
"Boss, Marcus Ashford is officially bankrupt," the hacker reported proudly.
"We drained his offshore accounts, seized his local assets, and leaked his illegal tax evasion files to the federal authorities."
Damien felt absolutely no satisfaction, only a cold, hollow emptiness consuming his chest.
In a luxurious mansion across town, Chloe Ashford was currently screaming as federal agents seized her designer bags and jewelry.
Marcus Ashford stared at his frozen bank screens in complete horror, realizing he had crossed the wrong man.
Desperate and completely ruined, Marcus picked up a burner phone and dialed a number he had sworn never to use.
He called Vincent Hale.
"Damien Rowe is alive in Boston, and he just destroyed my entire life," Marcus barked into the receiver.
Vincent laughed a dark, incredibly cruel laugh on the other end of the line.
"Tell me exactly where he is hiding, and I will solve both of our problems tonight," Vincent said smoothly.
Back at the penthouse, a loud, beautiful cry suddenly echoed through the sterile medical doors.
Damien froze, his heart pounding violently against his ribs as a wave of absolute relief washed over him.
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The surgeon stepped out, smiling as he held a tiny, fragile bundle wrapped tightly in a warm pink blanket.
But before Damien could even reach out to touch his newborn daughter, the massive penthouse windows exploded inward.
