DIESEL POV
The more the footsteps kept getting closer, the more my hand instinctively moved toward the knife at my waist. I turned sharply, body already tense and ready for whatever was coming.
But then Hawk came out of the corner.
I let out a breath. I wasn’t expecting him at all — not when I had left him in the middle of what we were doing earlier, and he had claimed he needed to sort some s**t out.
“Hey,” I said, looking at him.
He was breathing heavily, eyes darting around the hallway like he was searching for something he couldn’t find. His face was all twisted up, sweat on his forehead, looking like he’d lost the most important thing in the world.
“What the f**k is it?” I asked again, trying to catch his attention.
“Hey D,” he said, still scanning every shadow. “Have you seen
