33Nora
My heart stops beating for a second; then adrenaline explodes in my veins.
Before I have a chance to react, Julian is already in motion. Unbuckling my seatbelt, he grabs my arm and drags me off the seat onto the limo floor.
“Stay there,” he barks, and I watch in shock as he lifts the seat, revealing an enormous stash of weapons.
“What—” my mom gasps, but at that moment, the limo swerves, knocking me against the side of the stuffed leather seat. My parents cry out, clutching desperately at each other, and Julian grabs the edge of the raised seat to prevent himself from falling.
And then I hear it.
The rat-tat-tat of automatic gunfire.
Somebody is shooting at us.
“Gabriela!” My dad’s face is stark white. “Hold on to me!”
The limo swerves again, causing my mom to let out a fri
