Chapter 9 - The Siege of Fourth Street
The hallway outside Clara’s office erupted into a sudden, chaotic firefight. Victor’s private army, having anticipated the cartel’s desperate move, counter-attacked from the upper levels and rear exits, trapping the mercenaries in a deadly crossfire.
Bullets shattered glass partitions, and the sharp smell of cordite filled the pristine medical corridors. Clara kept her composure, using her clinical training to triage wounded syndicate guards who were dragged back into her treatment rooms. She worked rapidly under heavy fire, stitching wounds and applying pressure dressings with absolute focus.
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When the smoke finally cleared and the last mercenary was subdued, Victor walked into her blood-spattered office. His shoulder was grazed by a round, and his shirt was torn, but his eyes were locked entirely on Clara. Seeing her unharmed, a visible wave of relief washed over his rigid posture, proving that the ice around the crime boss's heart had truly begun to thaw.
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