CHAPTER EIGHTY

Dimitri's POV 

I had ducked before the bullet flew. Glass shattered over my head and shoulders, but I wasn't hit.

“Go!” I had yelled at my men. “Get to Irina. I’ll draw them off.”

They didn't hesitate, they sped off.

Viktor's men kept firing at me as I drove. I pulled out my gun and shot back at their tires.

One car swerved and crashed into another. 

They were distracted now.

I sped off quickly towards the medical facility. 

When I arrived, everywhere was silent. There were signs of struggles. Broken windows, bullets and glass everywhere. My heart raced at the worst case scenario but when I entered,...