(KRYSTAL'S POV)
Leon's dead weight drags my shoulder down as Angelo and I burst through the back doors of the club. The bass is still thumping behind us, muffled now, like it belongs to another world entirely. Cold air hits my face and for half a second my vision swims.
Then headlights flare.
A black van screeches up to the curb, door sliding open before it even fully stops. Leo hops out first, Bruno following right behind him. They take Leon off us in one smooth motion. Bruno hooks Leon under the arms, Leo grabs his legs, and they toss him into the van like cargo.
The door slams shut the second Angelo and I get in, the tires screeching as we barrel down the road at full speed.
Angelo and I drop onto the seats, our shoulders knocking together. I don't even apologize. I just sit there, my chest rising and falling, my hands still shaking from the adrenaline.
At the back of the van, Sandra's already set up with her laptops and cables everywhere. She crouches beside Leon.
