Two days had passed.Max still had not opened his eyes.Daphne slipped into the room, balancing a paper cup in each hand. “Okay, I come bearing caffeine,” she announced softly, her tone light. She crossed to the bed, placing one cup on the small table beside Suzi. “Decaf for you, because I am a responsible sister in law and Valerie would murder me otherwise.”Suzi managed the smallest curve of a smile but did not lift her gaze from Max’s face.Daphne perched on the edge of the chair near the bed. “You know, I once saw Max sleep through an entire thunderstorm, three missed calls from Landon, and Alma vacuuming right next to him. You’re just dealing with his most stubborn nap yet.”A faint huff of air left Suzi’s lips. It was half sigh, half reluctant laugh.“That’s better,” Daphne said, her smile widening. “If I can get you to laugh twice today, I’m buying myself a crown.”Suzi shook her head. “I do not feel like laughing.”“That’s exactly why I’m here,” Daphne replied. She leaned forw
Suzi wasn’t sure if she heard him right.“I…” Her voice faltered, her fingers curling tighter in the blanket. “What?”The doctor gave her a reassuring look. “It is early, but the result is clear. I will run a blood test to confirm, but I am confident.”She stared at him dumbfounded. Pregnant. Her. Right now, when Max was lying next door, when she did not even know if he would…Her eyes darted to Valerie, almost pleading for her to deny it, to tell her the doctor was wrong. Instead, Valerie’s face lit up, her eyes shining with warmth and a spark of joy. She reached for Suzi’s hand, holding it tightly.“Oh, Suzi,” Valerie said with a bright smile. “This is wonderful news. Do you know what this means? Max is going to be a father. And you, my dear, are going to be a mother.”Suzi’s chest tightened. “But…” She could not finish.Valerie leaned closer, her smile softening but never fading. “I’m sorry sweetheart. I’m just so happy that I didn’t ask how you feel. Are you okay?”Suzi’s gaze dro
Antonio caught her before she hit the floor, his hands firm under her arms. Her head lolled against his chest, her face pale.Valerie rushed toward them, reaching for Suzi’s arm. “Let me help.”“I’ve got her,” Antonio said, his voice low but controlled. He shifted Suzi gently in his hold until she was cradled against him. “She’s just in shock.”Valerie’s eyes swept over Suzi’s limp form, her brow furrowing. “Poor thing… she isn’t used to our kind of world.”Antonio’s gaze hardened for a moment. “She is his wife. This is her world now, whether she was ready for it or not.”He carried Suzi to the room next to Max’s, lowering her in bed with surprising care.He adjusted the blanket over her, making sure it covered her shoulders. For a moment he just stood there, looking down at her pale face. She looked impossibly small against the expanse of the mattress, her breathing shallow and uneven.Valerie lingered in the doorway, her arms crossed loosely. “When she wakes up, she’s going to need
The doctor’s hands moved fast, but his voice stayed calm. “Get him on the table. Now.”Antonio and Landon didn’t wait for anyone else. They carried Max straight through the back entrance of the safehouse infirmary. The air was sharp with antiseptic and cold metal.Antonio laid his son down. His hands lingered on Max’s shoulders before he stepped back. He kept his eyes on Max’s face, watching for the smallest sign of movement.The doctor cut away the blood-soaked shirt and checked for injuries. “Pulse is weak. Pupils…” He shone a light into Max’s eyes and his voice dropped. “He’s not responding.”Landon stood at Antonio’s shoulder. His voice was tight. “What does that mean?”The doctor didn’t answer right away. He was already starting an IV and telling the nurse to get oxygen. “Severe head trauma. There’s swelling. I need to stabilize him before we can do more.”Antonio’s voice was low. “Will he wake up?”The doctor looked at him for a moment. “Not tonight. Maybe not for a while.”The
Antonio’s black SUV slid past shuttered shops and empty bus stops. He sat forward with one hand on his knee and the other around the grip of his pistol. Every mile closed the distance to his son. Every mile pulled the knot in his chest tighter.Landon sat beside him, checking his weapon in silence. Metal clicked. A fresh magazine seated with a firm slap.“You know it is a trap,” Landon said.“Of course it is,” Antonio replied. “That is why we brought everyone with a few hidded.”Two more SUVs followed close behind. Each one held men who had heard the same order. End it if anything looks wrong.The docks opened ahead in a wash of sick yellow light. Cranes stood like bones against the sky. A single box truck idled by a corrugated warehouse. Three men waited near it with rifles held low.Their SUV rolled to a stop. Antonio stepped out first. The air off the water smelled like iron and oil. He set a duffel at his feet and unzipped it. Stacks of cash sat inside, neat and tempting. Not ten
Max’s head lolled forward, the weight of it too much for his neck to hold. Every blink dragged like wet sand over glass. His ribs burned with each breath, a deep, grinding ache that told him something inside wasn’t sitting right.Voices swam in and out of his head. Some too muffled to catch, some sharp enough to pierce the fog.Metal clinked. A chair scraped. Then a crackle split the air, followed by the flat distortion of a speakerphone.“…tell me where to bring the money.”Antonio’s voice. Not the calm, commanding tone Max grew up with. This was stripped down, raw steel. A shadow moved in Max’s peripheral vision. One of Ricci’s men leaned against the table, grinning. “He can hear you, old man. Maybe you should say goodbye.”“I said…” Antonio’s voice rose, measured but lethal, “…tell me where to bring the money. Stop wasting my time.”The man beside Max smirked and tapped the phone’s mic with one knuckle. “You’re in no position to make demands.”“I’m in the only position that matter