Diego's POV

Adriana coughed again, a weak, pathetic sound that tore at my soul. Her eyes were almost shutting. She couldn't hold on any longer. She was too weak to move or stand . She looked so small, so utterly vulnerable.

The other tall man went to shut and lock the door, blocking the way for anyone to go out.

“Oh, she's ill, is she?” the scarred man mocked, pressing the pistol harder against her temple. “Good to know. Makes her more cooperative. Besides, her death won't be in ...