Chapter 124 - the desperate medical crisis
"Dad!" Michael Jr. screamed, his absolute, clinical composure violently shattering into pure, agonizing terror.
He sprinted across the treacherous marble floor, completely ignoring the deafening crossfire erupting around him. He slid to his knees beside his bleeding father. Noah was gasping for air, his crisp white shirt rapidly soaking in dark, crimson blood.
The legendary patriarch looked up at his son, offering a weak, reassuring smile. "They are safe," Noah whispered, his voice trembling but completely devoid of regret. "I protected the bloodline."
Michael Jr.'s hands moved with blinding, frantic speed. He wasn't just a syndicate heir; he was the greatest trauma surgeon on the East Coast. He ripped his tuxedo jacket off, pressing it brutally against the gaping chest wound to staunch the massive arterial bleeding.
Marcus Jr. provided heavy suppressive fire, entirely wiping out the remaining operatives in the ballroom with terrifying, lethal accuracy. The immediate threat was neutralized, but the true battle was just beginning on the floor.
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"His lung has collapsed. He's bleeding out!" Michael Jr. yelled, his hands slick with his own father's blood. The hospital was thirty minutes away. Noah Carter would never survive the trip.
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