“This is Denise Marlow calling from Mercy Harbor Medical Center. We have Claire Vale in our trauma unit. Your card was found in her purse, and she requested that we contact—”
“Is she alive?”
The question came so softly that Denise felt it in her spine.
“Yes. But she’s critical, and she’s pregnant.”
Silence.
Then: “Seal the floor.”
“I’m sorry?”
“Do not put her name in the system where press, police, or political staff can see it. Do not let her husband near her. Do not move her without my authorization.”
“Mr. Moretti, you don’t have medical authority here.”
“I will in seven minutes.”
The line went dead.
Eight minutes later, three black Escalades slid into the ambulance bay with no sirens and no hesitation. Men in dark suits entered first, rain shining on their shoulders, their faces disciplined enough to be mistaken for federal agents until one noticed the way everyone stepped aside without being asked. Then Luca Moretti came through the doors.
He did not look like the devil Grant Vale had described on television.
He looked worse.
He was tall, broad-shouldered, black-haired, and immaculately dressed despite the storm. His coat hung open over a charcoal suit, his tie gone, his face carved into a restraint so severe it seemed painful. Only his eyes betrayed him. They were dark and burning, sweeping the emergency room until they landed on the hallway marked TRAUMA.
Denise stepped forward because someone had to. “Mr. Moretti, this is a restricted area. Mrs. Vale’s legal next of kin—”
Luca looked at her, and every rehearsed sentence died.
“I am not here to argue procedure while she bleeds,” he said. “Take me to her.”
“Her husband has already been notified by local police,” Denise said before she could stop herself.
Something changed in Luca’s expression. Not surprise. Confirmation.
“Then you have less time than you think,” he said.
Dr. Feldman came out of Trauma Two at that moment, gloves bloody, mask hanging below his chin. “Who are you?”
“The man she asked for.”
The doctor’s eyes flicked toward Denise, who nodded uneasily.
Dr. Feldman did not care about politics or criminal rumors while a patient was dying. He looked Luca over once and said, “She’s alive, but barely. Partial placental abruption, internal bleeding, trauma to the ribs. We’re taking her up.”
“The baby?”
“Still has a heartbeat.”
Luca’s face lost all color.
For the first time since entering the hospital, he looked less like a man who controlled a city and more like someone who had been hit without warning.
“Save them,” he said.
“We are trying.”
Luca stepped close enough that the doctor could see the rainwater on his eyelashes. “Try like the world ends if you fail.”
Dr. Feldman did not flinch. “Then get out of my hallway and let me work.”
For one tense second, every Moretti man in the corridor held still.
Then Luca moved aside.
As the gurney rushed past, Claire turned her face slightly. She was unconscious, bruised, and terrifyingly still beneath the oxygen mask. Luca reached out but stopped before touching her, as if even his hand might hurt her.
Her blood had soaked into the white sheet near her hip.
Luca stared at it, and a memory opened beneath him.
Six months earlier, he had found Claire Vale behind the Boston Public Library after a fundraiser for Grant’s campaign. Snow had been falling in pale flakes under the streetlights. She had been standing near the service alley in a blue evening gown, one earring missing, her cheek red where a handprint was already rising.
Luca had gone there for a private meeting with a judge whose debts had outlived his courage. He had not gone there to rescue the wife of his enemy.
Claire had looked at him and straightened her spine as if dignity were the last coat she owned.
“You shouldn’t be here,” she had said.
“Neither should you.”
“I’m waiting for my driver.”
“In an alley?”
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