Chapter 2 - The Man Who Was Supposed to Die
The first thing Anna noticed after dragging Daniel inside the diner was the blood.
Too much blood.
It spread across the kitchen floor in dark, frightening drops, mixing with the water dripping from his soaked suit. Under the harsh fluorescent lights, the situation looked even worse than it had outside.
A few minutes ago, she had been a waitress finishing a miserable shift.
Now she was standing in the back kitchen of Ali’s Diner with an injured stranger, two terrified babies, and a gun she wished she had never seen.
Anna pushed the steel door shut behind them and locked it.
The click of the lock sounded louder than it should have.
For a moment, she just stood there.
Trying to understand what she had done.
“Okay,” she whispered to herself.
Her voice trembled slightly.
“Think.”
Thinking was something Anna had learned to do when life became impossible.
When she was younger, panic never helped.
Panic did not stop foster homes from changing.
Panic did not make people keep promises.
Panic did not bring anyone back.
So she learned to think.
She looked at Daniel.
He was unconscious on the kitchen floor, his head resting against a stack of folded towels she had grabbed from the counter.
He looked different now.
Less dangerous.
More human.
Without the cold expression and the gun in his hand, Anna could see the exhaustion written across his face.
The pain.
The fear.
And that surprised her.
Because dangerous people were not supposed to look afraid.
They were supposed to make everyone else afraid.
But Daniel looked like a man who had been running for a very long time.
Anna looked down at the two babies.
They were still crying.
“Oh, no, no, no…”
She immediately moved toward them.
“Hey. Hey, it's okay.”
She had no idea what she was doing.
She had never taken care of babies before.
She had barely taken care of herself.
But she carefully loosened the straps of the carrier and lifted the first baby into her arms.
The little girl—at least she thought it was a girl—stared up at her with wide, frightened eyes.
Tiny fingers grabbed the fabric of Anna’s shirt.
And suddenly, the entire terrifying night became very simple.
This was not about a stranger.
Not about a gun.
Not about danger.
This was about two babies who needed someone.
“You're okay,” Anna whispered.
The words felt strange coming from her.
Because nobody had said those words to her when she needed them most.
She carried the baby toward the pantry.
The small room was normally used for storing flour, cleaning supplies, and extra boxes.
It was not comfortable.
It was not warm.
But it was hidden.
And right now, hidden mattered more.
She placed Daniel carefully against the flour sacks.
Then she checked the wound.
Her stomach turned.
She was not a nurse.
She was not trained.
But she knew enough to understand something.
He needed medical attention soon.
Very soon.
She grabbed clean towels from the kitchen and pressed them against the wound.
Daniel suddenly moved.
His hand shot upward.
Anna froze.
For half a second, she expected the gun.
But the gun was still on the floor.
Instead, his fingers grabbed her wrist.
His eyes opened.
Those cold blue eyes.
Even half-conscious, he looked dangerous.
“Where are they?”
His voice was rough.
Anna pulled her hand back.
“Relax.”
His expression hardened.
“Where are my children?”
The words surprised her.
“My children?”
Daniel looked past her.
The fear in his eyes appeared instantly.
Not fear for himself.
Fear for them.
“They're right there.”
Anna pointed.
The tension left his body slightly.
The babies were safe.
Only then did Daniel seem able to breathe.
“You saved them.”
It was not a question.
Anna looked at him.
“I carried you through a rainy alley. I stopped you from bleeding out on the floor. I think we can say I helped a little.”
For a brief moment, something almost like a smile appeared on his face.
Almost.
Then pain returned.
“You shouldn't have done that.”
Anna frowned.
“What?”
“You should have walked away.”
She stared at him.
“Is that your favorite thing to say?”
Daniel looked at her.
“People who get involved in my life usually regret it.”
The seriousness in his voice made her uncomfortable.
Because he wasn't threatening her.
He was warning her.
Anna crossed her arms.
“Who are you?”
Daniel said nothing.
“That seems like a pretty important detail.”
Silence.
“Especially since you showed up bleeding, carrying two babies, and pointing a gun at the person trying to help you.”
His jaw tightened.
“You don't want to know.”
Anna almost laughed.
“That's funny.”
“What?”
“Because every person who says that is usually someone with a huge secret.”
Daniel looked away.
And that confirmed everything.
Anna studied him.
The expensive suit.
The expensive watch.
The way he spoke.
The way he held himself.
This was not an ordinary man.
She had worked around wealthy people before.
The restaurant had customers who arrived in luxury cars and complained because their coffee was not hot enough.
Daniel was different.
He didn't act rich.
He acted like someone who had spent his entire life surrounded by enemies.
Before she could ask again, the baby in her arms began crying.
Daniel immediately tried to sit up.
Pain crossed his face.
“Don't.”
Anna pushed him back down.
“You're going to make it worse.”
“I need to—”
“You need to stay alive.”
He looked at her.
Nobody talked to him like that.
Anna noticed.
“You're not used to people telling you what to do.”
“No.”
“Thought so.”
A strange silence passed between them.
For the first time that night, they simply looked at each other.
A waitress who had nothing.
A man who seemed to have everything.
Yet somehow, both of them looked equally alone.
Then the sound came.
A noise from the kitchen.
Anna froze.
Daniel noticed immediately.
His entire expression changed.
The weak, injured man disappeared.
The survivor returned.
“What was that?”
Anna lowered her voice.
“I don't know.”
Another sound.
Footsteps.
Slow.
Heavy.
Someone walking through the empty diner.
Daniel's eyes moved toward the door.
“How did they find us?”
Anna looked at him.
“They?”
He didn't answer.
That was answer enough.
Someone was looking for him.
Someone dangerous.
Daniel slowly reached for the gun.
Anna grabbed his arm.
“No.”
His eyes turned toward her.
“If they come through that door, you won't survive.”
“And neither will you.”
The words hit harder than she expected.
Anna released his arm.
Because he was right.
They were connected now.
Whether she liked it or not.
The footsteps moved closer.
The kitchen lights flickered.
Anna's heart began beating faster.
Then came a voice.
Calm.
Controlled.
Almost polite.
“Daniel.”
Both of them froze.
The voice continued.
“We know you're inside.”
Daniel's face changed.
Anna had never seen someone look that terrified while trying not to show it.
“Who is that?” she whispered.
Daniel stared at the door.
“The reason I couldn't go to the police.”
Another step.
Closer.
“He wasn't chasing me because I was guilty.”
Anna swallowed.
“Then why?”
Daniel looked at her.
And for the first time, she saw something in his eyes.
Not anger.
Not fear.
Regret.
“Because I know something they would kill to keep hidden.”
The door handle slowly moved.
Anna looked at the two babies.
Then at Daniel.
Then at the approaching shadow beneath the door.
She finally understood.
This was never just about saving a wounded man.
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She had saved someone who was running from an entire empire.
And now that empire had found them.
