Chapter 47

LUIS VEGA'S Pov My entire construction was on fire. The space trembled. Something exploded nearby. The walls moaned as if they were going to give way. My power, my city, and my empire are all slipping out of my grasp like blood. With my gun at my hip, my shirt half-buttoned, and my jaw clenched so tightly it hurt, I stood in the middle of the panic. My men were bleeding, screaming, and fleeing. Nobody was paying attention. Nobody knew the answers. "Assemble the trucks!" "Boss, Camilla's people have already left the port!" Then summon the helicopters! We must act now or perish! A young man, barely twenty, shook his head. She has eyes in the sky. They will shoot us down. I took hold of his collar. "Then we fire back." There was a movement in his mouth, but no sound. feeble. They were all feeble. Cowards. I get this for putting my faith in followers rather than murderers. There was a gunshot in the air behind me. From the corridor came screams. One of mine was bleeding out, neck wide open