The moment we step into the hall, the chaos erupts again.
Gunfire.
Bullets slam into the walls, kicking up dust and debris. Dante and the others return fire, cutting down the enforcers spilling in from the other end of the corridor.
"Move, move!" I bark, my grip tightening around Sofia.
Adriano takes point, leading the way, his rifle slung over his back as he moves toward the nearest exit. The others fall in behind us, covering every angle, every corner.
But the deeper we go, the more bodies we run into.
The Lombardis are swarming now.
"Fuck," Dante grits out. "They’re bringing in reinforcements."
The warehouse is a goddamn maze, and the longer we stay inside, the more pinned down we’ll get.
I grit my teeth. We’re running out of time.
A Lombardi steps into our path. I don’t think—I shoot.
A single bullet tears through his skull, dropping him instantly.
Another comes up behind him, raising his gun?—
Dante gets him first.
Bodies hit the floor. Blood spatters against the walls.
We keep moving.
We push toward the exit, toward the vehicles waiting outside, our only way out of this mess. I can see the faint glow of headlights through the loading dock entrance, feel the cold bite of the outside air just beyond it.
But then?—
A sound that makes my blood run cold.
Engines.
Tires screeching.
More men.
Moreguns.
A fuckingambush.
I whip around, my pulse a war drum in my chest.
Lombardi enforcers flood the loading bay, cutting off our exit.
More are coming from behind us.
Trapping us.
Sofia stiffens in my arms, her breath catching.
My jaw locks.
