He fired a short, suppressed burst.

The bullets chewed into the concrete wall right above my head, showering us with sharp plaster dust.

“Dante, leave me!” Luca roared, his fingers slipping from my grip.

He lunged sideways, rolling into the shadow of a rusted steel pillar.

I reached for him, but my hand caught only empty air and cold mud.

Up at the exit, Isabella’s screams faded into the rush of the wind.

The heavy metal door slammed shut, cutting off the grey light from above.

We were plunged back into the yellow gloom of the tunnel.

“Run!” Luca wheezed, his hand pressed against his side where dark blood was soaking through his coat.

Eli was trembling violently against my leg, his small hand clutching my trousers.

I fired three quick rounds up at the landing to keep the mercenary back.

The sparks kicked off the iron railing, but I knew I couldn’t win a shootout from down here.

Heavy footsteps echoed from the tunnel behind us.

More of Kane’s men were closing in from the dark.

“Dante, please,” Eli whispered, his voice cracking with terror.