Zara’s POV
‘Down!’ I yell, turning around and body tackling my husband to the ground, spreading my body over him as our team start to fire at the men in front of us, closing ranks around us like a human shield.
The two guards at the gate move toward us raising their guns but they are already too late, the perpetrators from the rear of the truck gunning them down before they can even finish raising their weapons.
I hear the grunt as another one of our men and I turn my head to the side to see blood pooling from the guard’s forehead as his eyes stare vacantly back at me.
‘Zara!’ A harsh voice yells for me as hands grab at my arms and haul me to my feet. I turn my attention to my other side where Ivan is shooting at the men from the van, using his body to protect Gerrard’s sprawled torso.
