Chapter 10 — The Heart That Was Running Out of Time
Chapter 10 — The Heart That Was Running Out of Time
Adrian had always believed fear was something he could control.
He had been shot and kept working.
He had watched men die without looking away.
He had walked into rooms knowing there was a gun pointed at his head and still negotiated as if he were the one holding the weapon.
Fear had never stopped him.
But his heart was different.
It didn't care about courage.
It didn't care about power.
It didn't care how many men stood between Adrian Moretti and death.
His heart could simply stop.
And after everything he had finally found—Lily, Sarah, the truth about Elena—Adrian discovered that the thing he feared most was no longer dying.
It was dying before he had finished becoming Lily's father.
The first warning came at 5:17 in the morning.
Adrian woke with a crushing pressure beneath his ribs.
For several seconds, he couldn't move.
He stared at the ceiling.
His heart was beating too fast.
Then too slowly.
Then irregularly.
He reached for the medication on the nightstand.
His fingers missed.
The bottle fell.
Pills scattered across the floor.
Adrian forced himself upright.
“Come on.”
He breathed slowly.
One.
Two.
Three.
The rhythm eventually settled.
But the fear remained.
He looked at the clock.
5:19.
Two minutes.
It had lasted two minutes.
Long enough to remind him of what Dr. Maren had said.
Your heart doesn't warn you.
Adrian sat on the edge of the bed.
For the first time since the diagnosis, he wondered whether two minutes was a warning.
Or a rehearsal.
He didn't tell Sarah.
He didn't tell Lily.
He didn't tell Vincent.
Instead, Adrian went to the office.
The war with Volkov had entered a dangerous phase.
Three warehouses had been attacked.
Two bank accounts had been frozen.
One of Adrian's men had disappeared.
And someone had leaked the location of another Moretti safe house.
Every attack brought the same message.
Give us Lily.
Adrian refused.
Again.
And again.
And again.
At eight in the morning, Vincent entered the conference room.
“You look terrible.”
“I slept badly.”
“You didn't sleep.”
Adrian looked up.
“How would you know?”
“Because I've known you for eleven years.”
Vincent placed a file on the table.
“Another attack.”
Adrian opened it.
“Where?”
“Red Hook.”
“Casualties?”
“Three.”
“Volkov?”
“His men.”
Adrian stared at the report.
Then his vision blurred.
The words moved across the page.
He blinked.
Once.
Twice.
The room tilted.
Vincent caught his shoulder.
“Boss?”
Adrian pushed him away.
“I'm fine.”
“You're not.”
“I'm fine.”
Vincent stared at him.
Then noticed the medication bottle on the table.
“What happened?”
“Nothing.”
“You had an episode.”
Adrian's expression hardened.
“Don't.”
“Adrian.”
“Don't tell Sarah.”
Vincent went silent.
“Please.”
Adrian looked at him.
“I need time.”
Vincent's face tightened.
“You're running out of it.”
Adrian didn't answer.
Because that was exactly what terrified him.
Dr. Elena Maren wasn't pleased when Adrian walked into her office that afternoon.
“You were supposed to come in next week.”
“I needed to ask you something.”
“Sit.”
Adrian sat.
She checked his vitals.
Then looked at the monitor.
Her expression changed.
“When was your last episode?”
“This morning.”
“How long?”
“Two minutes.”
“Chest pain?”
“Yes.”
“Dizziness?”
“Yes.”
“Loss of consciousness?”
“No.”
“Did you take the medication?”
“Eventually.”
She stared at him.
“Eventually?”
“The bottle fell.”
Dr. Maren leaned back.
“Adrian, this isn't something you can negotiate with.”
“I know.”
“No. You don't.”
She pulled up his latest tests.
“Your condition has progressed.”
Adrian stared at the screen.
“How much?”
“Enough that I don't want you working.”
He almost laughed.
“You know what I do.”
“I know.”
“Then you know that's impossible.”
“No.”
Her voice became firm.
“I know you're choosing not to do it.”
Adrian looked away.
“You need an implanted defibrillator.”
“How soon?”
“Immediately.”
“And after?”
“Medication. Monitoring. No unnecessary physical stress.”
He was silent.
Then asked:
“How long?”
Dr. Maren hesitated.
“Until what?”
“You know.”
She looked directly at him.
“If you don't get the device, I can't tell you how long you have.”
“And if I do?”
“You may have many years.”
“May?”
“Medicine doesn't make promises.”
Adrian nodded.
“Can I have two weeks?”
“No.”
“One week.”
“No.”
“Three days.”
“Adrian.”
He leaned forward.
“People are coming for my daughter.”
Dr. Maren's expression softened.
“Then live long enough to protect her.”
He stared at her.
“That is the problem.”
“No.”
She shook her head.
“That is your excuse.”
Adrian left the hospital angry.
Not at the doctor.
At himself.
At his heart.
At the cruel timing of everything.
Three years ago, he had stayed away from Lily because he believed distance would protect her.
Now he had finally returned.
And his body was telling him he might not have enough time to stay.
His phone rang.
Sarah.
“Where are you?”
“Working.”
“You promised you'd come home.”
“I will.”
“Lily wants you.”
Adrian closed his eyes.
“Put her on.”
A small voice came through.
“Daddy?”
“Hey, sweetheart.”
“Are you coming home?”
“Yes.”
“Promise?”
“I promise.”
“What are you doing?”
“Fixing something.”
“Is it bad?”
“No.”
She was silent.
Then:
“Mommy says grown-ups lie when they say everything is okay.”
Adrian smiled despite himself.
“Your mother is very wise.”
“So are you lying?”
His smile disappeared.
“No.”
“Really?”
“Really.”
Lily seemed satisfied.
“Okay.”
Then she said:
“I love you.”
Adrian's throat tightened.
“I love you too.”
The call ended.
He sat in the car for several seconds.
Then whispered:
“I have to live.”
That night, Adrian told Sarah.
They sat on the balcony after Lily went to sleep.
Sarah noticed immediately.
“What happened?”
Adrian didn't answer.
She turned toward him.
“Adrian.”
“My heart is worse.”
She went still.
“How much worse?”
“I need a defibrillator.”
“When?”
“Now.”
Her eyes filled.
“Why didn't you tell me?”
“Because we have enough problems.”
“No.”
She shook her head.
“You don't get to decide that alone.”
“I wasn't trying to frighten you.”
“You think hiding it protects me?”
Adrian looked away.
“I know what it feels like to lose someone.”
“So do I.”
He finally looked at her.
Sarah took his hand.
“Then stop making decisions about your life as if you're already gone.”
He swallowed.
“I might not have much time.”
“Then use it.”
“For what?”
“For Lily.”
Silence.
Sarah squeezed his hand.
“She doesn't need a perfect father.”
“I know.”
“She needs you alive.”
Adrian nodded.
“I'll get the device.”
“Good.”
“And then I finish this.”
Sarah's expression changed.
“No.”
“What?”
“You don't get to turn your surgery into a countdown to war.”
Adrian smiled faintly.
“You know me too well.”
“I know exactly what you're thinking.”
“What?”
“That you'll put the device in, walk out of the hospital, and go hunting for Volkov.”
Adrian said nothing.
Sarah shook her head.
“You can't keep treating your life like it's disposable.”
Adrian looked toward Lily's bedroom.
“I spent three years thinking I was protecting her.”
“You were.”
“No.”
He looked at Sarah.
“I was hiding.”
She said nothing.
“I won't hide from death too.”
The surgery was scheduled for the next morning.
But before Adrian could enter the hospital, Vincent arrived.
“Boss.”
Adrian looked at him.
“What?”
“We found Victor.”
Adrian stopped.
“Where?”
“An apartment downtown.”
“Alone?”
“No.”
“Who is with him?”
Vincent handed him a photograph.
Adrian stared.
His face changed.
Elena.
Alive.
Standing beside Victor.
Sarah stepped forward.
“That's her.”
Adrian looked at the photograph.
His heart began racing.
“No.”
Vincent noticed.
“Boss?”
Adrian grabbed the table.
His breathing became uneven.
Sarah caught him.
“Adrian!”
He couldn't answer.
His heart was racing violently.
Then—
a pause.
Nothing.
For one terrifying second, there was no beat.
Adrian collapsed.
When he opened his eyes, he was in the hospital.
Sarah was beside the bed.
Dr. Maren stood near the monitor.
Adrian looked at her.
“You almost died.”
He closed his eyes.
“How long?”
“Thirty-eight seconds.”
His eyes opened.
“Thirty-eight?”
“Yes.”
He stared at the ceiling.
Then looked toward Sarah.
“Where's Vincent?”
“Outside.”
“Victor?”
“We don't know.”
“Elena?”
“Gone.”
Adrian breathed slowly.
Dr. Maren adjusted the monitor.
“This is why you need the device.”
Adrian nodded.
“When?”
“Tomorrow morning.”
“No.”
Sarah looked at him.
“Adrian.”
“I need it tonight.”
“We can't rush this.”
“Then make it happen.”
Dr. Maren stared at him.
“You nearly died because you pushed yourself emotionally.”
“Then install it.”
“You're not invincible.”
“I know.”
“Do you?”
Adrian looked at her.
“I know exactly what I am.”
He touched his chest.
“I'm a man whose daughter finally knows his name.”
His voice cracked.
“And I refuse to become a photograph she keeps in a drawer.”
The procedure was successful.
When Adrian woke, the first thing he saw was Lily.
She stood beside the bed holding Mr. Buttons.
Her eyes were enormous.
“Daddy?”
Adrian smiled.
“Hey.”
She climbed carefully onto the chair.
“Are you sick?”
“A little.”
“Are you going to die?”
Sarah closed her eyes.
Adrian looked at Lily.
Then answered honestly.
“Not today.”
Lily thought about that.
“Good.”
She leaned forward.
“Because I still need you.”
Adrian reached for her hand.
“I need you too.”
Three days later, Adrian left the hospital.
The device was inside him.
The scar was small.
The fear wasn't.
Because the moment he stepped outside, Vincent handed him a file.
“We found Victor.”
Adrian opened it.
“Where?”
“An abandoned church outside Queens.”
“And Elena?”
“She's there.”
Adrian stopped.
“Alive?”
“Yes.”
“Volkov?”
Vincent nodded.
“His men are surrounding the building.”
Adrian looked toward the city.
“How many?”
“Twenty, maybe thirty.”
“Then we don't go in.”
Vincent looked surprised.
Adrian closed the file.
“We bring them out.”
“Boss?”
“I've spent my whole life walking into traps because I believed I could survive them.”
He touched his chest.
“I'm done gambling with my life.”
Vincent nodded.
“What do you want?”
Adrian looked at him.
“Everyone.”
That night, Adrian launched the most careful operation of his life.
No reckless entrance.
No unnecessary gunfire.
No personal revenge.
Just precision.
His men cut the power.
Blocked the exits.
Disabled the vehicles.
Separated Volkov's men from the church.
Then Adrian entered.
He found Victor first.
His uncle stood beside the altar.
Elena was behind him.
Alive.
Terrified.
Victor smiled.
“You finally came.”
Adrian stared at him.
“You knew about my heart.”
Victor's smile faded.
“Yes.”
“You knew I was sick.”
“Yes.”
“You knew Lily was my weakness.”
“Yes.”
“You used her.”
Victor nodded.
“Because you would never listen otherwise.”
Adrian looked at Elena.
“Why is she here?”
Victor answered.
“Because she knows where the evidence is.”
“What evidence?”
“The evidence that will destroy everyone.”
Adrian's expression hardened.
“Volkov wants it.”
“Yes.”
“You want it.”
“Yes.”
“And Elena?”
Victor looked at her.
“She wants her daughter.”
Adrian stepped forward.
“Then you should have asked.”
Victor laughed.
“You think this is about asking?”
“No.”
Adrian's voice was quiet.
“This is about choice.”
He looked at Elena.
“Do you want to leave with me?”
She stared at him.
Then nodded.
“Yes.”
Adrian looked back at Victor.
“Then she leaves.”
Victor reached for his weapon.
Adrian's men raised theirs.
But Adrian lifted one hand.
“No.”
Victor stared.
Adrian walked closer.
“I don't want to kill you.”
Victor laughed bitterly.
“You should.”
“I want you alive.”
“Why?”
“So you can tell the truth.”
Victor's face changed.
“You think the truth will save you?”
“No.”
Adrian touched his chest.
“I think it will save my daughter.”
Outside, sirens approached.
Victor looked toward the windows.
“What did you do?”
“Called the authorities.”
“You'd betray the family?”
Adrian stared at him.
“You betrayed the family when you made a child your weapon.”
Victor's face hardened.
“You've become weak.”
Adrian shook his head.
“No.”
He looked toward Elena.
Then Lily's photograph in his wallet.
“I've finally become someone worth protecting.”
Victor was arrested.
Volkov's network began collapsing within days.
But the evidence Elena had protected was larger than Adrian expected.
It contained years of financial records.
Names.
Accounts.
Payments.
Deals.
And proof that Victor had been secretly working with Volkov to control the Moretti organization.
The war was no longer hidden.
It was over.
But Adrian knew another battle remained.
The one inside himself.
He returned to Dr. Maren.
She reviewed his tests.
“You're lucky.”
“I know.”
“The device is working.”
“Good.”
“You still need to change your life.”
Adrian smiled.
“I already did.”
That evening, Adrian sat beside Lily.
She was drawing.
“What are you making?”
“A family.”
He looked at the page.
Sarah.
Lily.
Adrian.
And another woman.
Elena.
Adrian's throat tightened.
“Who's that?”
“My mommy.”
He smiled.
“Looks beautiful.”
Lily looked at him.
“Daddy?”
“Yes?”
“Can you draw yourself?”
Adrian laughed.
“I can't draw.”
“Try.”
He took the pencil.
He drew a man.
A crooked face.
Two eyes.
A terrible nose.
Lily burst into laughter.
“You look funny.”
“I told you.”
She took the pencil.
Then carefully drew over his face.
“Now you're better.”
Adrian looked at the picture.
For three years, he had been a father without a face.
Now his daughter had drawn him.
Not perfect.
Not powerful.
Not immortal.
Just there.
Present.
Alive.
Adrian looked down at the scar beneath his shirt.
His heart was damaged.
His time might still be shorter than he wanted.
But for the first time, he wasn't counting the days until death.
He was counting the days he got to live.
And when Lily climbed into his arms that night and whispered—
“Don't disappear again, Daddy.”
Adrian held her tightly.
“I won't.”
He knew he couldn't promise forever.
No one could.
But he could promise tomorrow.
And the day after.
And every day his heart gave him.
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Because sometimes the greatest victory wasn't surviving the enemy.
It was finally understanding what made life worth surviving for.
