CHAPTER 3
Outside, two heavily armored black Range Rovers swerved into position, creating a solid steel barricade between the diner's entrance and the incoming gunfire.
Nathan’s chief security operative, Viktor, fired three rapid rounds through the broken window frame before ducking down beside his boss.
"Boss! It’s the Syndicate unit from Sinaloa!" Viktor shouted over the noise of shattering glass. "They tracked our convoy from the private airfield in Reno!"
Nathan’s jaw tightened into stone as his gaze shifted back down to Emma, whose face was growing paler by the second.
"Get the medical transport vehicle to the rear loading bay," Nathan ordered Viktor with absolute, unyielding authority. "We move her now."
Emma shook her head frantically, trying to push herself up against the grease-stained kitchen wall despite her trembling legs.
"I can't go with you, Nathan!" Emma cried out, tears mixing with the dust on her cheeks. "This is your world! This violence is why I ran away!"
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Nathan reached out, his large, calloused hand gently cupping her jaw to force her to look directly into his fierce eyes.
"You ran away to protect our son from this world, Emma," Nathan whispered, his voice cutting through the gunfire like a sharp blade. "But right now, the only thing keeping him alive is standing right in front of you."
