Chapter 3 - The Escape
The harsh reality of my mother's ruthlessness snapped my protective instincts into overdrive.
I pulled my own weapon from my shoulder holster and chambered a round.
"Where are my sons?" I demanded, looking around the sterile room.
"They are in the neonatal intensive care unit down the hall," June answered frantically.
I grabbed Mara’s hand, helping her out of the bed as she winced in agonizing pain.
"I can walk," Mara insisted, though she leaned heavily against my side for support.
I kicked open the door just as two men in tactical gear rounded the corner of the corridor.
I didn't hesitate, firing two precise shots that dropped them instantly to the linoleum floor.
The sound of gunfire sent the remaining hospital staff screaming in every direction.
"Move!" I shouted, pushing Mara and June toward the intensive care unit.
We breached the secure double doors and found my twin boys sleeping peacefully in their plastic incubators.
They were tiny, fragile, and absolutely perfect.
Looking at their tiny rising chests, a terrifying surge of love and violence rushed through my veins.
"Disconnect the monitors carefully," I instructed June while I kept my gun aimed at the hallway.
June worked quickly, wrapping the premature infants in thick heated blankets and placing them into a specialized transport carriage.
We pushed the carriage toward the service elevators at the back of the ward.
The elevator doors opened, and three of my most loyal guards were waiting inside.
"The extraction vehicles are in the underground parking garage, Boss," my head of security, Silas, reported.
We piled into the elevator, the heavy doors closing just as a fresh wave of bullets shattered the glass behind us.
The ride down to the basement felt like an agonizing eternity.
When the doors finally opened, we sprinted toward my armored black SUV.
I lifted the babies into the reinforced back seat while Silas provided cover fire against approaching mercenaries.
I slammed the heavy door shut, jumping into the driver's seat and hitting the gas pedal hard.
The SUV tore through the metal security gates of the garage, bursting out into the freezing city night.
"We made it," I breathed, glancing at Mara in the passenger seat.
Mara looked at me, her eyes wide with fresh panic.
"We aren't safe yet," she whispered frantically.
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"That brass key June gave you doesn't open a bank vault, Grant."
"It opens a hidden safe inside your mother's personal bedroom."
