The scalding Earl Grey spilled over the rim of the delicate porcelain cup, splashing directly onto Antonio’s polished Italian leather shoes.
"Watch it, you stupid b***h!" Antonio snapped, violently kicking his leg back.
That was all the distraction I needed.
I didn't drop the heavy silver teapot; I weaponized it. With a violent, practiced twist of my waist, I slammed the solid silver base of the pot directly into the face of Antonio’s lead bodyguard standing to his left.
The sickening crunch of a shattered nose echoed through the grand study, followed instantly by a spray of boiling water and blood. The man screamed, his hands flying to his ruined face as he stumbled backward blindly.
Before the first drop of blood even hit the Persian rug, I lunged.
My hand moved with a sniper's let
