The door slammed shut behind Enrico, leaving Carmen alone, her sobs filling the small, sterile hospital room. But her tears didn’t last long. When it became clear that Enrico wasn’t coming back, her cries turned into frustrated whimpers, her mind scrambling to figure out her next move.
Before she could gather her thoughts, the door suddenly swung open with a harsh thud, jolting her upright in bed. Two of Enrico’s men entered the room, their faces expressionless and their strides purposeful. Carmen’s heart jumped in her chest. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go.
“What—what are you doing?” she stammered, eyes widening in shock as they moved toward her. “Enrico said he would handle this! You can’t just barge in here—”
One of the men, a burly figure with dark eyes and a no-nonsense demea
