Chapter 3 - THE OBLITERATION
The moment Lorenzo’s broad shoulders breached the swinging kitchen doors, the dining room lights flickered violently.
8:55.
The north wall of The Obsidian blew inward. A deafening shockwave shattered the floor-to-ceiling glass into a million lethal diamonds, raining over the screaming elite. Smoke, fire, and chaos swallowed the dining room instantly. Men in tactical gear breached the ruined windows, assault rifles raising blindly toward Table Four. But their target was already gone.
In the choking dust of the kitchen, Lorenzo grabbed Evelyn’s wrist, his grip like a steel vise. The gunfire erupting in the dining room was deafening, but his voice was eerily calm right next to her ear.
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"You're coming with me," he ordered.
She didn't have a choice. The invisible waitress and the kingpin of Chicago disappeared through the loading dock into the freezing alley just as the city went to war. They sprinted through the labyrinth of dumpsters and chain-link fences. Behind them, the restaurant burned, a monument of wealth reduced to an inferno. A black armored SUV screeched to a halt at the end of the alley. Lorenzo pushed Evelyn inside, shielding her body with his own as bullets pinged off the reinforced chassis.
