THE BABY WOULD NOT STOP CRYING
THE BABY WOULD NOT STOP CRYING
The restaurant had gone still in a way that felt unnatural.
Not quiet.
Suspended.
Adrian Romano stood with his son in his arms, his expression carved from something colder than anger. Men who worked for him—men who had never hesitated in violent rooms—were now scanning every exit like the air itself had turned hostile.
Then Emma spoke.
“Something’s wrong.”
Her voice was low, but it cut through everything.
Adrian looked at her sharply. “What do you mean?”
She didn’t answer immediately. Her focus was on the baby’s breathing now—no longer crying, but uneven, shallow.
Her fingers moved gently along the child’s back.
Then she felt it.
A small, rigid shape hidden under the fabric.
Her eyes narrowed.
“There’s something under his clothes,” she said.
One of the bodyguards stepped forward instantly.
Adrian didn’t hesitate.
“Search carefully,” he ordered.
Emma shifted the baby just enough.
And that’s when it became visible.
A small device, taped carefully beneath the infant’s clothing.
Not large.
Not loud.
But active.
A signal transmitter.
The bodyguard froze. “Boss…”
Adrian’s jaw tightened. “Get it off him. Now.”
Emma stepped back instinctively as one of the men carefully removed it.
The moment it was detached—
The restaurant’s back doors slammed open.
A second wave of armed men rushed in.
May you like
Not Adrian’s.
The room erupted into chaos.
