We needed to get out. Fast.
I scanned the room, desperate to find an escape route.
David was on the phone. "Mr. John! We're under attack! It's the Falcone family!"
'Mr. Hanks? Could it be that Mr. Hanks?' I peeked at the phone screen from behind him, and the number looked familiar.
"Mr. Hanks, it's me, Deborah! Henry and I are here too!" I shouted into the phone. God, please let this be Mars' man.
"Deborah?" John's voice was stern. "Put her on."
John spoke directly to me, "Hold tight. Our people are on their way. Just hang in there."
He instructed David to protect Henry and me at all costs.
Apparently, this establishment was part of Mars' territory, and that knowledge gave me a small sense of relief.
Outside, the situation was on the verge of becoming a m******e. The tension in th
