C41 A Message Carved in Fire: Dontrell’s POV.

I slammed the brakes, my thoughts racing. The shockwave from the explosion hit me like a tidal wave. My car jolted backward, every bone-rattling. But my mind was already several steps ahead. Allison. Was she in there? The thought of her, trapped in that chaos, ignited a rage that nearly consumed me.

"Fuck!" Andrew’s voice crackled through the radio. "Was that the warehouse?"

"Yes,” I snapped