She didn't answer, just raised the syringe. "Please, miss. Don't fight this. It'll be easier for everyone."
I grabbed the first thing I could reach—a metal medical tray—and swung it at her head. She ducked, but the impact sent the syringe flying across the room.
"Help!" I screamed. "Somebody help me!"
The door burst open. Jonah filled the doorway, his hand already reaching for his weapon. For a split second, relief flooded through me—until I saw his expression. No surprise, no concern for my safety. Just cold calculation.
"No one's coming… except Antonio," Jonah said, lunging for me. "Mr. Ricci is in an important meeting. Very important. Very… distracting."
The implication was clear—they were keeping Vittorio busy while they prepared to hand me over.
I dodged around the bed, using the furniture as a barrier. "Vittorio!" I screamed again. "Help me!"
Jonah vaulted over the bed, tackling me to the floor. I fought with everything I had, clawing at his face, kicking at his knees. But he was stronger, heavier.
The fake nurse scrambled to retrieve the syringe. "She's fighting too hard. I can't—"
"Hold her down," Jonah commanded, moving toward me. "We're behind schedule."
"Stop fighting," he panted, pinning my arms. "Antonio just wants to talk. Work things out with his brother."
"Liar!" I spat in his face, my mind racing. I had to protect the baby. Had to protect my secret. Had to survive long enough for Vittorio to realize what was happening.
"You don't understand the bigger picture," Jonah continued, struggling to hold me down. "Antonio's the rightful Don—he was their father's chosen heir. Vittorio's been playing at power, but family loyalty demands we follow the true bloodline."
"So, you're choosing sides?"
"I'm choosing survival. Antonio's going to win. He always does."
The door burst open. "What the hell is going on here?"
Enzo filled the doorway, his hand already reaching for his weapon. Behind him, I could see other guards—ones I recognized as loyalto Vittorio.
Jonah stepped back from me, while the fake nurse scrambled to her feet, trying to hide the syringe behind her back.
Jonah immediately released me. "She attacked us," he said quickly. "Became violent when the nurse tried to give her medication."
But Enzo's sharp eyes took in the scene—the overturned medical equipment, my torn hospital gown, the syringe the nurse was trying to conceal.
"Is that so?" Enzo said mildly. His gaze moved between them. "And what medication would that be?"
The nurse's face went pale. "S-sedative. To help her rest. Doctor's orders," she stammered.
"Funny thing," Enzo interrupted. "Dr. Rossi left twenty minutes ago, and he never mentioned any medication. Care to explain why our guest needs sedation?"
The trap closed around Jonah like a vise. His eyes darted toward the window, calculating escape routes.
"I wouldn't," Enzo advised, pulling out his gun. "You're going to tell me exactly who you've been talking to. And you're going to tell me now."
"I don't know what you're talking about," Jonah said, but sweat beaded on his forehead.
Enzo turned to me. "Miss Sophie, are you hurt?"
"No, but Enzo—this nurse isn't one of Dr. Rossi's staff. I've never seen her before. She tried to drug me, saying she was following orders." I looked directly at Jonah. "And I think Jonah's involved. She mentioned Antonio's name, and Jonah's been acting suspicious—watching me, making phone calls."
Enzo's expression hardened. "What do you know about Antonio?"
"Jonah told me. Said Antonio's coming tonight. I think there are others in the organization helping him."
