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The rain outside the tinted windows of Aleandro Castellano's penthouse suite did little to wash away the heavy, suffocating silence that filled the room. For thirty-six hours, the image of a three-year-old girl named Annie had refused to leave his mind. In a world built on absolute control, calculated vengeance, and millions of dollars moving silently through offshore accounts, a single, tiny red plastic pharmacy bag had cracked open a door he had locked away a decade ago. / Chapter 3 / 10

Chapter 3 - A Knock in the DarkBack in apartment seven, the air was thick with the sterile scent of rubbing alcohol and cheap vapor rub. Ruth Bennett sat in her worn armchair, struggling to draw a full breath. Her chest felt like it was wrapped in iron bands, every heartbeat sending sharp, stabbing pains through her ribs.

On the small mattress in the corner, little Annie was fast asleep, clutching Aleandro’s oversized black wool coat like a precious security blanket. The coat still faintly smelled of expensive sandalwood, rain, and raw power—a strange, intimidating comfort in a room filled with drafty windows and fading hope.

Ruth looked at the digital clock on the bedside table. It was past midnight.

She knew they couldn't stay here much longer. The moment Aleandro Castellano looked into those wide brown eyes of Annie's, the countdown had begun. He might not have realized the truth tonight, but men like Aleandro didn't forget faces, and they certainly didn't let coincidences slide.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

The sound was soft, deliberate, and entirely devoid of warmth. It didn't come from the front door facing the hallway; it came from the narrow fire escape window at the back of the kitchen.

Ruth’s heart hammered violently against her ribs. She gripped the arms of the chair, pushing herself up with trembling legs. She grabbed the heavy brass candlestick from the wooden dresser, her knuckles white.

"Who's there?" she called out, her voice raspy and thin.

A low, muffled voice answered through the frosted glass of the kitchen door. "Mrs. Bennett. Open up. We're here from the hospital transport service. Your prescription refill was flagged for an emergency adjustment."

Ruth’s blood ran cold. Hospital transport at midnight? In this neighborhood?

"I didn't call any transport," Ruth said firmly, backing toward the corner where Annie slept. "Go away, or I'm calling the police."

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A heavy crash shattered the glass pane of the back door. Shards of glass rained across the linoleum floor as a gloved hand reached through, unlatching the lock from the inside.

"Sorry, Grandma," a cold voice sneered as the door swung open, revealing Vince and two masked thugs stepping into the dim kitchen. "There's no police coming for you tonight."

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