I swallowed the lump in my throat and finally spoke. “Was it a Colombia number?”

I heard him shifting around then his voice filled my ear again. “Yeah, I think that’s the right code for Colombia.”

“Fucking Ramirez.” Maybe I couldn’t get my hands on Sheena yet, but I could deal with Manuel. Perhaps we would even find Cali there as well. Whether that was alive or dead, I didn’t know, but I had a feeling her stepbrother had her. If I’d been thinking clearly, I would have already sent Garret down there with a small army and let him check it out himself.

But with Sheena who the fuck knew where, I needed to take some aggression out on someone.

“I take it you’re on your way to…” His voice drifted off for a moment. “Sweet mother of God,” he gritted out. “We have company.”

I jumped to my feet, causing all eyes to jerk to me. “Who is it?”

“Fuck, I don’t know. Someone just broke down the front gate and six…no eight. Eight SUVs just pulled into your compound.” He was talking fast, and I could hear him moving. “Felicity, baby, you have to hide. I don’t know who these motherfuckers are, but I can’t risk losing you too.”

“I’m not hiding from anyone,” I heard Nova’s mother say in a voice full of ice. “Give me a gun.”

“Ryan, I have to go,” Jet said with a grunt.

The call disconnected before I could ask any questions, but even before I could tell the others what had just happened, Pop’s phone rang and then Zio’s. Garret was already on his feet, while Mom motioned for one of the men to get us a car.

“Someone is trying to overtake the compound,” I explained. “Jet said there were eight vehicles, and they broke down the front gate.”

“Adrian put his men in the house just as an extra precaution,” Mom reminded me. “As long as they get to the safe room, they should be fine.”

Garret scrubbed his hands over his face in frustration. “O’Brion is playing games with us, man. Luring us here, knowing we would want to get our hands on her, and then attacking the compound.”

“Zariah, stay hidden!” Zio shouted into his phone, causing us all to turn to watch him. “No, no, sweetheart, don’t worry about your sister. I’m coming.”

“Are you sure it’s him?” Pop spoke into his own phone, his face tense. “What the fuck is he doing there? Tell that fucker to come face me like a man. I’ll wait right here for him.” His voice became gruff. “Tell him to leave my family alone, and he can have me. I caused all of this.”

Mom ran over to him and stole the phone from his hands. “You did not cause any of this,” she snapped at him before lifting the phone to her ear. “What’s going on over there?”

“Zariah, I said for you to stay hidden!” Zio roared. His thumb must have hit the speaker button, because suddenly, we could all hear her terrified voice—and the gunfire in the background.