Alex’s POV

“Son of a—” I gritted my teeth and pressed a shaky hand against my side as I stumbled through the alley. Every breath felt like a knife stabbing deeper into me. The wound burned, and my shirt drenched in crimson.

Still I didn’t stop. I couldn’t.

Behind me, I could hear the faint echo of gunfire as I made my escape— Marco’s men were tearing through what was left of our operation.

“Marco.” I hissed, stumbling forward. “You’ll pay for this. You and your ...