Adrian shoves me toward the conference room, across from my office.
"Go," he orders, then turns and adds his fire to Roberto's.
I don't wait for a third command. I scramble across the hall on my hands and knees, the carpet rough against my palms, and throw myself against the conference room door.
It's locked.
I let out a sob of pure frustration and bang on the door with my fist.
"Open up!" I scream. "It's Caterina! Open the door!"
The lock clicks.
I throw myself inside and slam the door shut behind me, my back against the wood, gasping for breath, my body trembling so hard I can barely stand.
Olivia is standing in the middle of the room, her face pale, her phone in her hand.
"What's happening?" she asks, her voice tight with fear.
"They were in the casino," I gasp, my thoughts a chaotic mess of fear and adrenaline. "They shot at us. In the casino, Liv. On the floor."
I'm shaking so hard my teeth are chattering.
"Who?" she asks, her voice steady despite the fear in her eyes.
"I don't know. The men from the fight. And another one."
I push myself away from the door and walk to Olivia on unsteady legs, my bare feet silent on the carpet.
"I have to call my father," I say, my mind finally starting to clear enough to think. "I have to—"
The door opens again, and Adrian and Roberto step inside, their guns still drawn.
Roberto immediately turns to me. "Are you hurt?"
I shake my head. "No. I don't think so."
Adrian is moving to the monitor across the room and turning it on.
"We need to move," he says, not looking at me. "Now."
Roberto stands at the door, gun still in his hand.
"They were professionals," he says, his voice low and grim. "This wasn't random."
"No," Adrian agrees. "It wasn't."
That's when I noticed the blood seeping through Adrian's shirt, dark and wet on his left side.
Panic arrows through me.
“Adrian—”
The word tears out of me before I can stop it.
He turns just enough for me to see it clearly now, the dark spread soaking through the fabric at his left side, and my stomach drops so hard it feels like the floor shifts under me.
“You’re hit.”
