LUCA
"Find my phone," I yelled over the gunfire.
Alina reached for it, her hands moving fast as I speeded out of the parking lot.
The sound of bullets slamming against the armored windows was deafening, like hail against glass, but heavier, more violent.
I clenched my jaw and pushed the gas pedal down harder. We needed to get the hell out of here before they found a way to stop us.
Alina shoved the phone into my hand. I was about to dial when she grabbed it back.
"I'll call Sofia," she said. "You focus on driving."
I didn't argue. I needed both hands on the wheel.
She pressed the phone to her ear. She tapped her finger impatiently against her seat until Sofia picked up. "Sofia, get one of the men to open the gates right now. We're coming home."
Sofia's voice wa
