Killian
Shots rang out through the night as Tommaso and I pulled into the lot. A bullet went right through the windshield of my car, shattering the glass.
“f**k!” Tommaso shielded his face from the falling tempered glass. We both got out of the car, ducking behind the door with our pistols ready in our hands.
“What the f**k is going on?” I rasped into my earpiece as bullets rained down, putting an infuriating amount of holes in my Mercedes G-Class. No one answered the line that was meant to be kept open at all times. “f**k! Tommaso, get the f**k down!”
Tommaso grunted painfully, and I glanced under the car to see him crouched on his knees, firing from under the door at a trio of men running toward us.
I broke out the glass in my window and started firing.
“Get to the warehouse!” I sh
