Chapter 3 - BLIND FIRE
The penthouse erupted into panicked gunfire. The three cartel hitmen fired blindly into the fog, shattering the million-dollar chandeliers and tearing through the leather booths. Jade crawled on her hands and knees, the scent of expensive bourbon and sulfur filling her lungs. A hand grabbed her ankle. She bit back a scream and kicked out, but the grip was firm. "This way," Victoria whispered, pulling Jade toward the service hatch behind the wine coolers. The billionaire wasn't moving like a terrified victim; she moved like a soldier. "Julian sold me out to the Sinaloa syndicate," Victoria muttered as they slipped through the concealed panel into the dusty service corridor. "He thought I didn't notice the missing offshore transfers. You saved my life back there, Jade. But we aren't out of this yet."
