Gerrard’s POV
Shots ring out around me, one of Laszlo's men falling to the floor, as I’m dragged back by the collar into the stacks, Tobias firing over my head as he hauls me away from Zara and the gunfight.
I struggle against his grip, trying to keep Zara in my sights, panic engulfing me as I don’t know who started shooting. Is she alright? I can’t tell, I can’t see her!
The butt of a gun slams into the top of my head and I cry out, as Tobias curses loudly.
‘Stop f.ucking squirming’ he growls, pulling me deeper into the stacks, ‘you always were a f.ucking pain in the ass.’
The stiff material of my shirt collar digs into my windpipe making it hard to breathe, and I try to turn my neck to get some gap between my skin, and the material cutting off my air supply, as my feet scramble to g
