TANYA’S POV
Falling against the seat, I pulled Rodrigo inward. A grunt escaped his throat as the bullet dived into his body.
He pinned me against the seat, his weight pressing me down while the tyres screeched as they rolled relentlessly against the asphalt.
The smell of burning rubber tinged my nostrils as the car jolted forward. The sound of shattering glass met my ears as we drove away, followed by Rodrigo quickly covering my tiny frame with his massive arms.
The sound of firing bullets faded away in the background the second we sped down the road. After a while, I finally forced my eyes open. My heart thudded hard against my ribcage.
“Rodrigo,” I called, sitting upright.
My eyes widened the moment they landed on the blood oozing from his wound, my stomach twisted, and bile ro
