Diego's POV

I twisted around and ran back into the fight.

It had thinned. There were more bodies than fighting men now, but I had to hand it to him—Armando had managed to put up a fight despite his limited resources.

Santo was struggling with two Milanesi soldiers to get to Elena. She was on the ground, pressing her hands to a bullet wound in her stomach. Blood welled over her knuckles, thick and red.

I turned and sprinted toward her, ignoring the heat in my knees. As I passed, I tackled one ...