Chapter 5 - The Siege of the Clinic
The truce didn't last. Antonio Vane, realizing that his son Rico’s incompetence had exposed their entire drug-smuggling operation to Dominic, decided to launch a desperate preemptive strike.
At 2:00 AM, the private wing of the St. Jude clinic was plunged into darkness as the emergency power grid was remotely severed.
Clack-clack-clack.
The distinctive sound of suppressed automatic gunfire echoed down the sterile white hallways.
"Boss! We're breached!" Marco’s voice blared over Dominic’s encrypted earpiece. "Vane’s hit squad! At least ten men, heavily armed, heading straight for the third-floor recovery ward!"
Dominic, who had stayed overnight in the suite adjacent to Elena and Lily's room, rolled out of bed instantly. He grabbed his tactical rifle from the wall mount, his eyes flashing with lethal intent.
"Maria! Secure Elena and Lily in the panic room behind the bathroom!" Dominic shouted over the comms. "Marco, lock down the stairwells. Let none of them leave this floor alive."
The hallway erupted into chaos. Glass shattered as bullets tore through the drywall. Dominic stepped out into the corridor, utilizing a pillar for cover as three masked mercenaries advanced with submachine guns.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
With cold, calculated precision, Dominic dropped two of them before they could even adjust their aim. The third lunged forward with a combat knife, but Dominic sidestepped, disarmed him with a swift elbow strike, and slammed the mercenary’s head against the tile floor until he went limp.
"Dominic!"
He turned around to see Marco dragging Elena and Lily toward the service elevator. But before they could reach it, a heavy explosion rocked the end of the hallway—Rico Vane had blown the side entrance.
Rico stepped through the smoke, holding a pistol aimed directly at Elena’s head.
"Drop your weapon, Moretti!" Rico screamed maniacally, his eyes wide with adrenaline and madness. "It's over! My father owns the docks now! You're finished!"
Dominic slowly lowered his rifle, his face an impenetrable mask of absolute ice. "You brought a child into our business, Rico. You forged my name. And you pointed a gun at an innocent woman."
"Do it! Drop the gun or I blow her brains out right now!" Rico shrieked.
Dominic didn't drop his gun. Instead, his hand flicked with lightning speed—a hidden throwing knife tucked into his sleeve sliced through the air with a dull thwack.
The knife buried itself hilt-deep into Rico Vane’s throat.
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Rico dropped his pistol, clutched his neck, gasping for air, and collapsed backward onto the blood-spattered floor, motionless.
The remaining mercenaries, seeing their leader eliminated in a fraction of a second, dropped their weapons and raised their hands as Marco’s backup flooded the corridor.
