"Fuck!" I curse, diving behind the leather chair.
Alejandro scrambles backward. His hand goes to his waist. Pulls a gun.
He points it at me.
"You betrayed me."
His voice is cold. Flat. The warmth from moments ago gone.
"No." I raise my hands. Let fear bleed into my voice. "No, I didn't. I swear."
Another shot. This one punches through the wall. Plaster dust fills the air.
"Then who?" Alejandro demands.
"I don't know!" I make my eyes wide. Desperate. "Someone followed me. Someone?—"
A burst of gunfire from downstairs. Screaming. Then silence.
Alejandro's jaw tightens.
"We need to move," I say. "Now. Give me a gun. Something."
He hesitates.
More shots. Closer this time.
"Alejandro." I let my voice crack. "Please. They're coming."
He stares at me. Calculating.
The door to the office shudders. Someone's trying to break through.
Alejandro makes his decision.
He keeps the gun trained on me but jerks his head toward the door.
"Move. Stay in front of me."
I nod. Rise slowly. Hands still up.
We cross the office. Alejandro reaches past me. Opens the door.
The hallway is empty.
Bodies at the bottom of the stairs. His guards. The ones who searched me.
They're not moving.
"Go," Alejandro hisses.
I move down the hallway. He follows. Gun pressed against my spine.
We reach the top of the stairs.
The front door crashes open.
A man steps through.
