NICHOLAS'S POV
"Almost there," he murmured, half-carrying me now as my strength faded. "Just a little further."
That's when they found us.
Three men in tactical gear, moving with military precision. They came around the corner fast and low, weapons already raised.
Carlos shoved me behind a desk and opened fire.
The gunfight was quick and brutal.
Carlos moved like violence incarnate, his shots precise even while dodging return fire. When the smoke cleared, all three attackers were down.
But Carlos was bleeding from a graze on his temple, and I could barely stay conscious.
"Boss." He was back at my side, checking my pulse. "Stay with me. We're almost out of this."
I tried to respond, but the words came out as a groan. The blood loss was catching up with me, makin
