My phone starts to vibrate, and I pull it out and pick up immediately. “Vlad, is it him?”
“It’s him, boss. I’m sorry, we should have—”
“There’s no point in ‘should have’ now. How many men?”
“At least twenty. We’re outnumbered two to one. But backup is on the way.”
I glance towards the door as the sound of conflict gets louder.
We don’t have six minutes.
We might not even have one.
I hear a grunt on the phone. Vlad is on the move. The pop-pop of a pair of guns trading fire follows.
“Is the girl with you?”
“Yes,” I say. “Get her to safety the moment you can.”
I hang up and put my phone away. Camila is looking at me with wide eyes, brimming with disbeliefand panic.
“Stay behind me at all times,” I instruct her. “Understood?”
I’m fairly sure she nods, but it’s hard to say with how
