199: We Fight. We Can’t Lose. 

André's POV

“Impossible!"

I glared at Pierre in shock and in anger. I didn't even care that my shirt was unbuttoned.

Olivia was still close to the wall, and the horror in her eyes was evident. She looked petrified and pale. She stumbled a little, and I reached out to her, fearful that she was going to pass out.

“Pierre, what is going on? How has our location been compromised? Call the men together! Immediately!"

"I already did that, Sir,” he stuttered. "They are waiting for you.”

I didn't care to wait and hurried past Pierre. My blood pressure was rising slowly. Jonas knew where we were; this spelt disaster for all of us.

I got into the living room and all my men were lined up. I saw beads of sweat on their foreheads and a few of them trembled slightly as they met my gaze.

I heard hard breathing. Olivia dashed into the room and was leaning on the doorpost. She was struggling to catch her breath after she had run after me.

I felt guilty for leaving her, but this was a top priority