The CEO Beautiful Regret
I slammed the door shut, throwing the heavy iron deadbolt into the frame just as three heavy rounds struck the outside of the metal panel.
The steel dented inward, but the bolt held.
The room went dark, the only light coming from two small slit windows that faced the high road above. Dominic fell against the base of a massive green water pipe, his eyes rolling back, his breath turning into a wet, bubbly rattle.
"He's drowning, Vivienne," Clara said, her voice shaking as she knelt next to him. "His lungs are filling up."
I ran to the back of the valve house. A small iron desk sat in the corner, covered in old logbooks and grease rags. Next to it, mounted to the wall, was an emergency medical