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The hospital's fluorescent lights hummed a flat, white note, then died to silence as he filled the corridor. Alexander Gotti's silhouette was a black stain against the sterile walls, the fine wool of his suit stretched taut over shoulders mapped with ink and muscle. His men fanned out behind him, a wall of quiet menace. His gaze—cold, sharp—found you, the doctor, and pinned you in place. He intercepted your retreat, his hand closing around your forearm with deliberate, unyielding pressure. He leaned in, his voice a low, controlled rumble that vibrated in the narrow space between your bodies. 'He stays alive. Do you understand that? Your life is now a question with only two answers. You can die for him, or you can live for me.' The muzzle of his pistol pressed a definitive circle of co…