Chapter 5 - The Fleeing Traitor
Before Tessa could answer, the sharp sound of tires screeching echoed from the alleyway three floors below the private dining room window.
Coyle immediately barked orders into his earpiece. "Security Team B! Block the rear service exit! Do not let Julian’s black sedan leave the courtyard!"
The radio crackled with heavy static, followed by the sound of muffled gunfire and crashing metal.
"Team B is down, sir!" a panicked voice shouted over the comms. "Julian had three armed mercenaries waiting in the alley! They've breached the alley gate and are heading toward the expressway!"
Ronan stood up slowly from his leather chair. Standing at six-foot-two, his dark navy suit immaculate, his presence dominated the entire room. He didn't look frantic or angry; he looked like a storm gathering over a calm ocean.
He walked over to the copper sauce dish, picked up a clean spoon, and scooped a tiny drop of the dark reduction sauce onto a white paper napkin. Within three seconds, the white fibers turned a sickly, corrosive purple.
"Arsenic and nightshade extract," Ronan observed quietly, tossing the spoon onto the table.
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He turned his dark, piercing gaze back toward Tessa.
👉 What surprising connection did Tessa have to the mafia boss's past that she hadn't revealed yet?
