Chapter 7 - Alvin Stands Face To Face With Diego
Alvin didn't waste another second listening to excuses, turning sharply toward the back glass doors with his security detail.
Medical operatives rushed past him into the freezing night, carrying high-tech thermal blankets and portable resuscitation gear.
They found my unconscious body slumped against the frozen stone patio, completely coated in a thin layer of ice.
The lead medic dropped to his knees, pressing two fingers against my icy carotid artery to check for a pulse.
“She’s in severe hypothermic shock, Mr. Sterling! Fetal heart rate is dangerously low!” the medic shouted back inside.
Alvin rushed out onto the patio, falling to his knees beside my frozen form with tears finally spilling over his cheeks.
“Bring her inside right now! If she dies, I want everyone in this house buried under the prison system!” Alvin roared.
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The medics carefully lifted my rigid body onto a heated stretcher, rushing toward the warmth of the living room.
Diego cowered in the corner, watching in sheer terror as his entire life dissolved into an unmitigated nightmare.
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