Cuco’s pov
The tires screeched as Fernando took a corner, the car swaying violently before stabilizing.
My shoulder burned like it had been set on fire and I clenched my fist to keep myself from groaning.
“f**k!” Armando muttered beside me, turning around to glance through the rear windshield. “They weren’t supposed to be there.”
Fernando didn’t slow down. His knuckles were white against the steering wheel, jaw clenched so tight I thought his teeth might c***k.
“No patrol was scheduled in that area tonight,” he said. “None.”
“That wasn’t a patrol,” Armando snapped. “That was a response. Someone f*****g tipped them off.”
I pressed my back into the seat, my breath coming out in ragged gasps. My hoodie was soaked through, warm and sticky against my skin. I glanced down, dark red had s
