Greg's POV
The car was quiet, but the tension inside was anything but.
Aurora sat next to me, her breathing uneven, her hands clutching her knees as if trying to calm herself. Diego, in the back seat, kept his hand close to his holster, watching the masked men outside with sharp, narrowed eyes.
“This isn’t good, Greg,” Diego muttered.
I glanced out the window again. The group of men stood in a tight formation, all dressed in black, their weapons shining under the dim street light. They were blocking the road completely, and their presence screamed danger.
“I’ll handle it."
Diego’s eyes widened. “You'll handle it? How? Look at them, Greg! They’ve got guns, big guns. We’re sitting ducks here.”
I didn’t respond, my eyes fixed on the group outside.
“Listen. What if we just drive out of
