DAISY POV
I jerked hard against Diesel’s chest in fear, my fingers digging into his blood-stained shirt. My heart was pounding so hard it hurt.
The gunshot still rang in my ears.
Then it echoed again — loud and sharp.
But this time I knew the sound wasn’t coming from inside the room.
I lifted my head and looked at Diesel’s face. There was a small smile on his lips, calm and satisfied, even as blood continued to soak through his shirt.
I turned my head slightly. Donald’s men had frozen. Every one of them was staring in the same direction — toward the CCTV monitor on the wall.
Right there on the screen, Hawk and several of Diesel’s men were moving through the outer hallway. They were armed and already taking down the few guards left at the entrance. Another gunshot cracked through the
