Zita's POV
"Come on," Dario said, his grip on my arm tightening.
Before I could react, he started dragging me down the hallway. My heart was racing, and my legs were barely working as he pulled me down the hallway.
It was all happening so fast- one minute we were sitting in the club, surrounded by music, the next there were gunshots, screaming, and bodies were dropping.
I was in a daze, not sure what was happening, but I just followed Dario. My ears were ringing, and the only thing I felt was the pressure of his hand on my arm, and the cold wind hitting my face as we exited the back door.
The car was waiting for us outside. Dario opened the back door for me, pushed me inside, and Andrew entered right after me. Then Dario leaned into the front seat.
"Take them home. Take
