Diego's POV

We skidded to a stop with an ear-splitting screech of the tires. Carlotta was too terrified to even scream. I shoved her down into the wheel well, then grabbed her face and forced her to look at me.

“Stay here. Do you understand that? Stay here.”

I didn’t wait to see if she was following orders. I leapt out of the car, my boots hitting the gravel hard.

“What the fuck was that?” I asked Ivan, my driver, as he climbed out with me and cocked his gun.

“Not sure, Don. Looks ...