Chapter 4 - THE TRAITOR IN THE BEDROOM
The heavy steel door of the panic room slid shut, sealing us in dim, emergency lighting.
The sound of the sledgehammer hitting the library doors outside was instantly muffled, but the terrifying reality of our situation was suffocating.
I slumped against the cold metal wall, sliding down until I hit the floor. My left hand was burning with a pain so intense it made my vision blur. I looked down at the blood-soaked linen. It wasn't just a cut anymore; I had torn the stitches completely when I shoved Vanessa.
Thomas set Lily gently on the small cot in the corner of the safe room. The nine-year-old girl pulled her knees to her chest, her green eyes wide with terror as she looked at us.
Thomas sat beside her, rubbing her back. He looked down at the heavy gold pocket watch Luca had just handed him.
The watch belonged to the mafia boss. A man who, until tonight, had been a stranger to Thomas, yet shared the deepest bond possible—the blood of the child sitting between them.
"Is he going to die?" Lily whispered, her voice trembling.
Thomas swallowed hard. "No, sweetie. Mr. Moretti is a very strong man."
I looked at Thomas. The man had willingly walked into a mafia stronghold, carrying the clinic records, knowing he might not walk out.
"Why did you come tonight?" I asked softly, my voice echoing in the small room. "Vanessa said she threatened you."
Thomas looked up at me. His face was deeply lined with exhaustion and grief.
"She did," Thomas said. "She told me if I ever tried to contact Lily, she would have her father's men kill me. For three years, I stayed away. I thought Lily was safe. I thought she was living a normal life."
He looked down at the pocket watch, running his thumb over the engraved Moretti crest.
"But then my mother called me," Thomas continued. "She told me Vanessa was marrying Luca Moretti. That she was moving Lily into the house of the man whose wife died giving birth to her. I realized Vanessa wasn't just hiding Lily. She was using her as a weapon."
The reversal made my stomach turn. Vanessa hadn't adopted Lily out of twisted maternal instinct. She had groomed the child for nine years specifically to conquer the Moretti empire from the inside.
Suddenly, a loud, metallic clang echoed against the outside of our steel door.
Someone was hitting the safe room.
"Open the door, Thomas!" Dr. Bellini’s muffled voice shouted through the thick steel. "Luca is dead! His men are dead! Open the door, and I'll let you live!"
Lily screamed, covering her ears.
"Don't listen to him," Thomas whispered, pulling her tight.
I looked at the steel door. "Can they get in?"
"No," Thomas said, his voice shaking slightly. "It's bank-vault steel. They'd need a thermal drill and hours of time."
"Then why are you scared?" I asked, seeing the genuine panic in his eyes.
Thomas slowly pulled his cell phone from his pocket. He turned the screen toward me.
It was a text message from Vanessa.
“If you don't open the door in five minutes, I will send the police to your mother's apartment. I planted the stolen clinic fentanyl in her kitchen. She will die in a federal prison.”
My heart stopped.
Vanessa wasn't just threatening Thomas. She was framing the elderly woman who had loved her, raised her, and tried to expose her.
Thomas looked at the nine-year-old girl crying in his arms. Then he looked at me.
"I have to open the door, Anna," Thomas whispered, tears filling his eyes. "I can't let my mother die in a cage."
"If you open that door, they will kill us, and they will take Lily!" I pleaded, standing up despite the dizziness. "You can't!"
"I don't have a choice!" Thomas cried.
He stood up, laying the gold pocket watch on the cot next to Lily. He walked toward the heavy steel handle of the vault door.
"No!" I shouted, rushing forward to grab his arm with my good hand.
But Thomas was stronger. He pushed me aside.
He reached for the handle.
Before he could turn it, my phone buzzed in my apron pocket.
It wasn't a call. It was a security alert from the Moretti estate app on my phone, tied to the staff network.
I pulled it out and looked at the screen.
The alert made my blood run completely cold.
"Thomas, stop," I breathed.
He froze, his hand on the steel lever. "What is it?"
"The notification," I said, holding the screen up. "The environmental control system in the basement just engaged."
Thomas frowned. "What does that mean?"
"It means," I whispered, realizing the terrifying truth, "that Dr. Bellini isn't trying to break the door down."
I pointed to the small air vents near the ceiling of the safe room.
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"He's overriding the ventilation," I said. "He's pumping carbon monoxide into the safe room."
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