Chapter 3 - Escorting an abandoned mother out of a hospital ward while armed private bodyguards secure the perimeter against corrupt family members today.
Luka closed the briefcase with a heavy, metallic latch click, securing the silver firearm before sliding a leather strap over his broad shoulder.
He reached down, gently helping Maya stand up from the hospital bed while taking her heavy overnight duffel bag into his left hand.
"Can you walk, Maya? The private transport is waiting in the basement parking bay," Luka asked, his dark eyes softening with subtle, protective concern.
"I can walk... but where are you taking my daughter and me?" Maya asked, cradling her newborn infant close against her chest in the pink gown.
"To a private estate in upstate New York where your father's personal security detail maintains a twenty-four-hour armed perimeter," Luka explained directly.
As they stepped out into the hospital corridor, four tall men in tailored dark suits instantly formed a defensive tactical box around them.
The couple who had previously mocked Maya—Brandon and his new fiancee in the emerald green dress—stood frozen near the elevator bank.
Brandon gasped as he recognized Luka Moretti, his face turning pale as he realized who was escorting the woman he had just discarded.
"Luka?! What are you doing with her?! She's nobody!" Brandon stammered, backing away toward the wall in absolute, sudden terror.
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Luka didn't even slow his pace; he merely offered a cold, lethal glare that silenced Brandon completely before the elevator doors slid open.
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