18
EIGHTEEN
LILLIANA
“FUCK, FUCK!” Someone from the front seat kept yelling as shots fired from every direction.
“Call for backup!” Mia yelled from beside me, still ducking under the seat.
“SIGNALS ARE JAMMED!” The man, Luca, yelled in between the shots he fired.
Meanwhile, new rounds of muffl...
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