Chapter 3 - THE SHATTERED GLASS
The explosion didn't sound like a bomb. It sounded like a freight train ripping through the dining room. The shockwave hit Evelyn in the back, throwing her forward onto the greasy tile of the kitchen. Pots, pans, and boiling water cascaded around her as the culinary staff screamed.
Deafening gunfire erupted immediately after. Automatic weapons. The distinct, terrifying sound of suppression fire echoing through the elegant dining hall. Evelyn scrambled under a stainless-steel prep station, covering her ears.
The heavy service doors slammed open. Lorenzo came through, dragging a struggling Celeste by her emerald satin gown. Two of his men were right behind him, returning fire into the dining room before the doors swung shut. One of the men was bleeding heavily from his shoulder.
"The north exit is swarming!" one of the guards yelled over the din. "They rigged the valet stand!"
Lorenzo threw Celeste onto the floor. She wasn't screaming in terror; she was screaming in rage. "You're a dead man, Lorenzo! The Rossis own the streets tonight!"
Lorenzo didn't look at her. He pulled a matte-black Sig Sauer from his shoulder holster and racked the slide. His eyes scanned the chaotic kitchen, cutting through the smoke and terrified staff, until they locked onto Evelyn cowering under the prep station.
"You," Lorenzo commanded, striding over and pulling her to her feet with one hand. "You knew about the north exit. What's the fastest way out of this basement that isn't on the blueprints?"
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Evelyn swallowed the taste of copper in her mouth. "The old prohibition tunnel. Behind the walk-in freezer. It leads to the subway maintenance shafts."
"Lead the way," Lorenzo said. He turned to his bleeding guard. "Put a bullet in my fiancée's leg and drag her. She’s coming with us."
