Chapter 8 - COLLAPSE AND CAPTURE
Raymond Vance screamed in agony, clutching his bleeding shoulder as two of Leo’s men slammed him facedown onto the metal grating, slapping heavy steel cuffs onto his wrists.
Leo crossed the warehouse floor in long, furious strides. He reached Chloe in seconds, his hands gripping her shoulders as his dark eyes scanned her frantically from head to toe.
“Are you hit?” he demanded, his voice shaking with a rawness she had never heard before. “Did he touch you?”
“I’m fine, Leo,” she breathed, her adrenaline finally crashing, leaving her knees weak. “I’m completely fine.”
Before she could finish the sentence, her legs buckled.
The stress, the adrenaline, the sheer physical toll of the night caught up with her all at once. A sharp, searing pain stabbed across her lower back and abdomen.
Leo caught her before she hit the concrete, scooping her up into his arms effortlessly as if she weighed nothing at all.
“Vincent!” Leo roared, his voice carrying the terrifying authority of a king whose queen had fallen. “Get the medical chopper ready now! If she loses consciousness, I want every doctor in Blackridge standing by at the private clinic!”
“Leo…” Chloe groaned, clutching weakly at his lapel as pain radiated through her body. “The baby…”
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“He’s going to be fine,” Leo repeated fiercely, carrying her at a dead sprint toward the exit where the armored SUV waited with engines roaring. “You hear me, Chloe? You both are going to survive. I won't let anything happen to you.”
The world spun into darkness as the Moretti empire mobilized every single resource it possessed to save the woman who had conquered the Mafia King’s heart.
