Chapter 8 - THE WAREHOUSE AMBUSH
With their funding choked off, the Castellanos grew desperate. They struck when we were vulnerable, ambushing our motorcade on the bridge back to Brooklyn. The SUV flipped in a terrifying carousel of metal and shattering glass. I crawled from the wreckage, coughing on smoke, only to be yanked up by my hair. It was Thomas, the bartender who had tried to poison Dominic. He dragged me toward a waiting van, pressing a cold barrel against my spine. I watched Dominic emerge from the twisted metal, his eyes widening in pure, unadulterated rage as the van doors slammed shut, taking me away.
