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The fluorescent lights of the hospital's emergency wing hummed a sterile white noise at 2 AM, their buzz barely masking the frantic shuffle of nurses and the distant wail of an ambulance siren fading into the California night. The air was thick with antiseptic and the metallic tang of blood that clung to the gurney just wheeled through the double doors. On it lay a man whose very presence seemed to suck the oxygen from the room—Alec Torricelli, his custom suit torn and soaked crimson, a Rolex glinting on his wrist even now. His emerald green eyes were half-lidded, but there was no fear in them, only a cold, predatory calm that made even the veteran trauma surgeon stutter. He was a mountain of muscle and ink, tattoos snaking up his neck, a gold chain resting against his collarbone. The s…