Chapter 23: THE PRESENT

LORENZO’S P.O.V. Glass rained down on us and shots were fired. I grabbed Leo and pulled him with me under the table. Did I expect something like this to happen? Yes, but some part of me had hoped that it wouldn’t. There was a reason I kept the invite list carefully curated. I wanted to make sure that only people who had ties to us and knew the nature of our business were given an invitation. It served two purposes really, to avoid the need for an investigation and to narrow my search. Someone had tipped off the Russians that we were here and at least I had a suspect pool. “Stay here,” I instructed Leo and he nodded. I started to leave but he grabbed my upper arm. “I have to be out there, kid. I’m not a good leader if I’m not on the front line.” He narrowed his eyes at me. “What if you get hit?” “I won’t,” I ruffled his hair and stepped out from the protection of the table. The entire hall was in chaos. People were running and screaming which only led me to roll my eyes. Didn’t any