Hera nodded, her sharp instincts reading the suspicion etched across Rivero’s young face. “Someone indeed sold us out,” she confirmed, her voice low and edged with frost. “But who?”
There was no time to dwell on the betrayal. Five more armed men from the Rainbow Mafia emerged from the shadows of the tunnel, their weapons glinting menacingly. Hera moved like lightning. She raised her shotgun and dropped three of the closest threats with deadly precision, shielding Rivero with her body. The move left her exposed, but she didn’t care. A searing pain ripped through her as a bullet tore into her shoulder. Blood spurted hot and fast, soaking through her once-immaculate white long-sleeve shirt and turning it a deep, spreading crimson.
She spun toward the shooter, eyes blazing with murderous rag
