ADRIANS POV.
An arm shoved me aside, and I watched as the bullet hit Romano in the chest.
“f**k!”
I quickly reached for the gun in my holster and fired at the man who had shot him.
The shooter ran sprinting for a black van that screeched to a halt near us.
“Cut them off!” I shouted, still firing. I landed a shot on the bastard just as Victor bolted after the van, which sped off recklessly to get out of the parking lot.
Gunshots echoed in the air. I aimed low and shot at the tires. The van jolted, one tire blown, but the driver kept going. Smoke and shredded rubber followed them just outside the gates.
They were gone.
My men and VPA security stormed into the parking area, but it was too late.
“f**k!” I yelled, running a hand through my hair as I turned back to Romano. He was uncons
