You killed him.

Drawing his wet eyes off Zane, Yoko looked at the other guards and shouted, “Sweep the premises and see if there are any more of them!”

“Shit!” One of the thugs in the second van shouted, pulling the binocular from his eyes. “They are coming for us. Damion is dead. We need to drive.”

“And Zane,” The driver asked as he twisted the key, revving the engine.

“We will get him another day.”

“Boss is not going to like the sound of that.”

“I bet his brother's death would even the scale.”

After hitting the accelerator, the driver kicked the car in gear just when the guards spotted them and reached for their guns.

Before they could open fire, the van lurched forward, swerved around, and drove in the opposite direction at full speed as bullets hit its back repeatedly.

When Yoko and Larry joined the group because of the sound of the gunfire, the van was already far down the road, and soon, it disappeared, making Yoko's frown deepen.

“Does he have a pulse?” Jersey asked from behind Zane, startli