“You’re Mr. Perez?”
“I am her husband,” I said sharply, losing the last thread of composure. “Why is there blood?”
The doctor immediately shifted sideways to block the ward entrance.
Bad move.
“Sir, you need to remain calm—”
I ignored the rest. One second I was standing there, the next I was forcing my way past him toward the delivery room.
The doctor grabbed my arm sharply. “You cannot enter right now. Your wife... she...”
I shoved him hard enough that he stumbled backward into the wall with a startled curse.
“Do not touch me.”
“Boss.” Ramiro’s voice came sharply behind me just before his grip locked around my arms from the back.
He was the only living man permitted to restrain me and survive it.
“It’s too late,” he said quietly.
“What exactly is too late?” I snapped, the restraint in my voice fracturing completely.
A sickening thought clawed through me then—that they knew something I did not. Something about Loretta.
I strained against Ramiro’s grip with growing violence, patience no longer existing within me.
Something dark and savage surged beneath my skin, and then I tore myself free.
This time nobody tried stopping me.
Not Ramiro.
Not even security.
I stepped toward the ward entrance slowly now, breathing hard, every heartbeat hammering violently against my ribs.
Then I heard a gunshot ring out.
And immediately after—an agonized scream rips through the room behind the door.
Chapter 1
