Fallon
I can barely breathe, terror crashing over me. My thoughts race—Leone, Milo—are they still alive?
Headlights approach, and Rocco’s eyes widen. “s**t, we’ve got company!” He grabs my arm, yanking me from the car just as a truck rams it, sending it flipping through the air. I gasp, searching for Leone and Milo when Rocco drags me toward the warehouse.
Inside, I find myself surrounded by massive wooden crates. Rocco shoves me behind one.
“If anyone comes back who isn’t me, Milo, or Leone, shoot them,” he orders, handing me a gun and disappearing into the warehouse.
I clutch the weapon tightly, my heart racing as I crouch behind the crates. Footsteps approach from the back of the warehouse, and I know I can’t stay hidden for long. I crawl silently, searching for a better place to h
