Miguel's POV
I lunged at Gideon just as his finger squeezed the trigger. The deafening crack of the gunshot echoed through the tunnels, but I was faster. The bullet went wide, ricocheting off the concrete wall. My shoulder screamed in pain as I crashed into him, knocking his weapon loose.
Maria stumbled back, clutching her wrist, face pale but determined.
Gideon snarled, twisting under me, his knee driving into my ribs. The breath shot from my lungs, but I didn't let go. Not this time.
"You don't get to win!" I growled, slamming my fist into his face with full force.
His head snapped back against the floor. Blood dripped from his lip, but the man barely seemed fazed.
"You think this is winning, Miguel?" he spat, voice low. "Look around you. You're bleeding out. Your brother can barely stand. You can't protect them both."
His words hit harder than the pain.
