Chapitre 105: MAN OF HIS WORD

Liam's POV:

I got up from the mud and dusted off the dirt from my shirt. Fuck! I ruined my favorite Gucci shirt. Who would have thought that we would be ambushed like this? 

I had no fucking clue of how those hitmen tracked our location. It is highly confidential, and outsiders are not aware of this. So this can mean only one thing. 

There is another rotten egg among the Mexicans. But who is it? At least we were able to subdue the attack of those five assassins. None of our men died, and that is a huge thing. 

I ran inside the factory looking for Hannah. " Sweetie, where are you?" I called out.

She wasn't in there. From a distance, I could see a silhouette of someone standing. It must be Hannah. I ran to the back exit of the factory. She had a gun in her hand, and she was glancing down to the ground, looking bleak. 

" Hannah baby, are you okay?" I asked her.