*Marcelo’s POV*
We barely made it out of there. I couldn’t do much since I was carrying Lala, so, Carlos and Eleazar had to cover us. When we finally made it to one of the SUVs, I climbed in and started checking Lala’s injury. f**k, it was bad.
“Lala.” I spoke to her as I tapped her face lightly. “Stay awake, principessa.”
“How is she?” Eleazar asked as he put the car in drive.
“I don’t fūcking know, but it looks bad.” I said, slightly panicking.
“Sa-amm—” She groaned out.
“He made it to another SUV, baby. Him and Mya are fine.” I told her. “Step on it!” I told Eleazar.
His phone started ringing again. f**k, it never stopped ringing. He quickly answered the phone.
“Hello.” He said. “Yeah. The doctor should be there already.” He told the person as he nodded. “Copy.” Was the la
