Lina’s POV
The approaching car didn't slow down. It accelerates. And this time— There’s no mistaking the intent.
“Move!” Carlino barks.
Everything happens at once. His men scatter, weapons lifting again. The car swerves sharply toward us, headlights blinding, engine screaming. I barely have time to react before Carlino’s hand clamps around my upper arm and yanks me hard against him. I felt a sharp pain in my abdomen.
My heart jolted, I unconsciously put one of my hand on my stomach, trying to shield my baby.
The car tears past where I had been standing seconds ago. Gunshots c***k—short, controlled bursts. Tires shriek. The vehicle fishtails, then vanishes down the road in a violent spray of gravel.
Silence follows. Thick. Electric.
Carlino doesn’t release me. His grip tightens. Not
