Chapter 3 - The Lethal Threat
The heavy, toxic silence in the magnificent Chicago restaurant was absolutely deafening.
A medium close-up captured Grant, Roman’s massive, broad-shouldered lead bodyguard. Grant was standing in the background in a sharp black suit, his face twisted into a mask of pure, unadulterated rage. He couldn't believe a filthy waitress had just openly threatened the life of the syndicate boss.
Without waiting for an order, Grant aggressively reached his thick hand inside his tailored suit jacket, wrapping his fingers around the grip of a heavy, concealed weapon. He was completely ready to end the confrontation and drag her body into the alley.
Tessa saw the bodyguard move, but she didn't flinch. Her breathing remained completely steady, her gray eyes locked entirely onto Roman's face.
A wide shot captured the absolute impossibility of the moment.
Roman didn't tell his guard to shoot.
The terrifying mafia boss slowly, deliberately raised two fingers in the air.
Grant instantly stopped, completely freezing in place. Roman didn't even turn his head. He maintained absolute, intense eye contact with the defiant waitress in the pink dress. The entire luxury restaurant fell into a dead, suffocating silence. Even the wealthy guests at the surrounding tables stopped breathing.
Roman finally removed his tattooed hand from her waist. He leaned back in his elegant chair, resting his cigar against the crystal ashtray. The cold amusement was completely gone, violently replaced by intense, undeniable curiosity.
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"What's your name?" Roman asked calmly, his voice slicing right through the ambient noise of the room.
👉 Tessa stood perfectly tall, entirely ready to state a name that would freeze the blood in Roman's veins.
