Dante's POV

"Fuck!"

The word left my mouth before I could stop it. The driver's body remained slumped against the steering wheel, blood already spreading across his clothes. There was no time to check if he was alive, no time to think about what had happened or how they had found us. There was only survival.

I immediately lowered my body, moving away from the window and keeping myself beneath the level of the bullets that continued hitting the vehicle. The sound of gunfire filled the air. ...