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“Gabriel’s with him.”
His people.
After days of running, hiding, and wondering whether we would ever reach them, they were finally here.
Then Lachlan’s attention snapped over my shoulder toward the front entrance behind us.
His expression turned deadly in the space of a heartbeat.
“Behind me, Mouse.”
His arm shot across my body and shoved me behind him as he turned toward the front entrance we had used only a minute earlier.
Two men had just come through the door.
Neither looked remarkable at first, dressed in dark trousers and plain shirts, but the way Lachlan’s body went rigid in front of mine told me they were trouble.
One still held a phone in his hand, his attention already locked on us. The other reached beneath his jacket without so much as slowing, barely registering the travelers scattered between us as though they didn’t matter.
A gun appeared.
“Gun!” Lachlan roared.
Across the lobby, people screamed.
Outside the glass, Lucian and the other men reacted instantly.
Weapons came out as they ran through the sliding door.
Everything happened at once.
Ciro’s pistol appeared in Lachlan’s hand.
The first gunshot cracked through the room.
The glass of the sliding door exploded somewhere behind us.
A businessman dove behind one of the chairs while a woman near the windows grabbed a little girl and pulled her down behind a large planter. Around them, luggage toppled and people scrambled for whatever cover they could find.
Lachlan fired back.
The man nearest the front entrance jerked sideways as the round hit him, but he stayed on his feet long enough to raise his weapon again.
Another shot came from behind us.
His body folded.
The second attacker ducked behind a column near the front entrance, shouting into the phone in his hand.
“Los encontré. Están aquí—”
I found them. They’re here—
Lachlan fired.
The phone flew from the man’s hand.
He swore and drew a pistol with his free hand.
