Natasha limped, her straight failing her as she took steps forward. She held on to her breathing not to collapse. The dead bodies everywhere seemed multiple yet, the gunfire wasn't fading.
She looked at Lorenzo's mansion and what was left of it. It was now a mere dilapidated building, with the numerous explosions it survived.
She was careful to avoid direct contact with clear paths since it was an easy opening to unending gunfire. She stepped over someone and fell.
She couldn't help but scream since the knife in her leg met the floor. If she pulled it out, she was going to bleed to death.
Springing to her feet once more, she got to the fountain.
The exit was covered by so many men, they looked like a swarm of bees prowling over a honeycomb. She hid behind a pillar, trying to decipher if they were Lorenzo's men.
That question was soon answered when she saw a hefty man pointing a gun at Lorenzo, who knelt in the middle.
