XANDER
I'm about to take a peek through those grimy gaps, but before I can, the cover suddenly swings open, and an armed man wearing a black ski mask emerges, reaching for the hem of my shirt.
"The f**k?!" Jace tries to shoot him, but I'm blocking his view. I try to punch the guy, but he keeps yanking on my shirt.
In a split second, I lose my balance, giving the masked man the opportunity to drag me down into the hole.
My grip on my gun loosens as I crash onto the hard cement ground. I let out a groan, feeling the pain shoot through my lower back and left shoulder. For a moment, I'm frozen in place, hoping I haven't messed up my spine. At least not right now. The mini heart attack subsides when I realize I can still move my limbs.
As the masked man hurriedly descends the metal stairs
