He smirks.
“But I'd rather not stick around long enough to find out how many rats are still hiding here. Let's move.”
He points toward the garage exit.
Then I freeze.
Voices.
Inside the house.
“Lorenzo,” I whisper.
“We're getting you out first. Then I'll come back for them,” Arturo orders.
Every cell in my body rebels against the idea.
But he's right.
I swap my weapon for one taken from a dead guard.
We move out, fully aware more surprises are waiting.
Carlo remains crouched beside Alexandra.
I smash a car window.
“Stay inside,” I tell him.
“Wait here for one of us, and protect her no matter what.”
Then I turn toward Arturo.
“Any idea how to open the garage gate?”
“Like I said...
This place is a fortress.”
He pounds against the reinforced steel.
“If we try to ram it wi
