The second the first burst of gunfire tore through the restaurant windows every person in the room moved.
Mob captains reached for weapons and security rushed toward exits.
Chairs crashed backward and suddenly the expensive restaurant looked a lot less class and a lot more like a battlefield.
“Down.” Knox barked.
The force of his arm hitting my shoulder sent me toward the floor just as another valley of rounds shattered glass across the dining room.
People screamed and security shouted. Somewhere outside automatic gunfire continued hammering the building.
Roman was already moving and the man reacted to violence like most people reacted to hearing their favorite song.
“Back exit.” He yelled and Bones grabbed my arm immediately.
“Move.” Bones yelled.
Nobody argued and we pus
