The deep, heavy thud of automatic gunfire from the basement garage shook the entire building. High up in the luxury penthouse, glass fixtures rattled.
Emily Lawson snapped her eyes open. Her heart was pounding. The quiet peace of the master suite was shattered. She had been sitting on the floor, her back resting on the bed, her head in her hands and eyes shut when she heard the first gun shot.
She lunged up from the floor. A sharp pain emanating from her pelvis caused her to freeze as she winced, waiting for the pain to subside. Minutes later, she stumbled across the carpet toward the massive mahogany double doors.
She beat her fists against the heavy wood, the sound hollow and desperate in the quiet suite. "Help!" Emily screamed, her voice cracking with terror for the baby inside her. "Tony! Someone open this door! What's happening downstairs?"
