Chapter 5 - The ReckoningWithout thinking, Alina lunged forward, grabbing a heavy metal fire extinguisher resting against the pillar, hefted it with all her strength, and hurled it directly at the assailant's head. The heavy canister caught the gunman squarely in the chest, knocking him off balance just as Dorian spun around and neutralized the threat with a single, decisive shot.
Dorian rushed back to Alina, grabbing her shoulders, his eyes wide with a mixture of fury and disbelief.
“Are you out of your mind? You could have been killed!”
“We’re a team, Dorian!” Alina shouted back, her voice echoing in the concrete garage. “Stop trying to carry the whole world alone! I carry your child now—that means we fight together!”
For a second, Dorian stared at her, stunned. Then, a slow, fierce smile broke through his tense expression—a rare, genuine smile that Alina hadn't seen in years.
“You really are a mafia wife, Alina,” he murmured softly, before turning as Caleb and Noah neutralized the final attacker near the ramp.
“Sector clear, Boss!” Noah reported, blood trickling from a graze on his shoulder. “The secondary transport is pulling in now.”
Dorian swept Alina into his arms, carrying her the final fifty yards to the waiting armored SUV as the distant sirens of the Chicago Police Department finally began to wail in the freezing night air.
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As the vehicle roared out of the garage and accelerated onto the expressway heading toward their secure estate, Dorian pulled Alina against his chest, holding her as if he would never let go.
“We’re going home,” Dorian whispered into her hair. “And this time, no lawyers, no papers, and no secrets.”
