Interesting.
“Who gives a shit about the Doc?! Dante’s going to escape!” Bryn snarls as she scrambles to her feet, her gun gone.
“Let him walk! Don’t fucking shoot!” the soldier commands. The others hesitate, but they obey. The path clears.
I walk.
Slow.
Controlled.
Every step, I turn just enough to make sure no one flinches. One wrong move and I’ll drop someone.
A gunshot rips through the front of the compound.
“We’re under attack!” someone yells. Three men sprint toward the front.
Another shot. Closer.
I move faster now, heading toward the back. Four shadows follow; one of them is the older man, his eyes locked on Sean.
“Why do they need you?” I ask.
Sean smirks, calm as ever.
“Roman’s sick. He needs me.” His eyes never leave the soldier ahead of us.
“So that’s why you helped me,” I mutter. “You knew you were never in danger with him.”
Sean just nods.
Then—A whistle.
I spin toward the sound. The fence,cut. There’s a narrow opening.
Another whistle.
A signal.
The guys.
I turn to Sean. “I’ll come back. We will. You’ll be safe.”
His only answer is the smallest nod.
“Be careful, son. Think about whether this base is worth it.” He whispers, and it slices straight through me.
My heart clenches.
I know Roman won’t hurt him. Not yet. Not as long as he needs him. Butleavinghim behind? It feels like betrayal. Still… If I take him now, Roman will unleash every bastard he’s got. We won’t make it a mile.
Another shot echoes from the front. The noise cracks the air like bone.
Most of the soldiers are drawn to the chaos, except for the three now in front of me.
I don’t think. Imove.
I shove Sean to the floor and raise my gun.
