I roll out my shoulders and let the red mist surround my vision as I ready myself for what I might find inside.
I’m coming for you, sweetheart.
We storm the warehouse and face immediate gunfire.
At least a dozen men are waiting for us with machine guns, but Dez is a quick shot and in less than ten seconds, takes out three.
Sloan darts behind a stack of wooden crates and starts taking out the men hidden on the balcony above.
Marco and I move to the right, crouching low behind old, rusted barrels covered in bullet holes.
We run the length of the main warehouse floor, bullets wheezing past us.
I glance above as stomping footsteps let me know that even more men are running across the metal grates.
I take aim above me, shooting one man in the thigh and another straight between the shoulder blades who goes crashing into the railing and topples over the edge, smashing into the stack of crates which are hiding Dez and Sloan.
Marco groans, “Fuck.”
I whirl.
My brother’s clutching his shoulder.
“Marco?”
He pulls his hand away, and it’s covered in blood.
“No!” I run back to my brother. “Let me see?—”
Marco brushes me away. “It’s just a graze. You need to go. Now.”
I hesitate, but Marco shoves at me with his uninjured arm.
“Fucking go!”
If I lose him too…
I shake my head and clear my thoughts.
Right now, I need to find Lila.
With one last look at my brother, I turn and sprint across the warehouse floor, dodging the fallen bodies of Lorenzo’s men as I head toward a set of double doors.
My blood pounds in my ears as adrenaline courses through my veins, narrowing my focus.
Lila, where are you, baby?
I throw the doors open and take a set of stairs down to a basement, two at a time.
The place reeks of damp and mold, with barely any light to show me the way.
I nearly stumble at the agonized scream echoing from down below.
“Lila!”
I jump the last few steps and follow the sound down a dimly lit corridor.
At the very end, there’s an open door with rusted iron bars in place of a window.