Chapter 12 - The Midnight Confrontation Inside The Chicago Penthouse
Luca rolled across the hardwood floor behind a heavy oak dining table as bullets chipped the plaster above his head.
He fired again, striking the leading gunman in the shoulder and sending his weapon clattering across the floorboards.
The second intruder lunged forward, but Luca intercepted him with a brutal roundhouse kick that dropped him instantly.
Sirens began wailing in the streets far below as the automated building alarm linked directly to downtown police headquarters.
Luca stood up, breathing heavily as he holstered his weapon and punched the keypad code to release the panic room door.
The heavy steel door swung open immediately, revealing Maren holding Wren tightly against her chest in the dim light.
"Is it over?" Maren whispered, her voice trembling as she stepped out into the bullet-riddled living room.
"They're neutralized," Luca said, walking over to embrace them both with fierce, protective urgency.
"We are leaving Chicago tonight; my private jet is fueled and waiting at O'Hare tarmac."
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Maren looked at the shattered windows and the armed guards arriving in the hallway, knowing he was right.
"Let's go home," Maren agreed softly, burying her face in Luca's shoulder as they walked toward the emergency stairs.
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