LORENZO’s POV
I slipped a thick envelope into the restaurant owner’s hand as my men dragged the gunman out the back door. His fingers closed around it without hesitation. Years in this part of the city had taught him exactly when to stay quiet.
“Make sure your staff understands the same,” I said, voice low. “My people will take care of everything else.”
He nodded once and turned away, already murmuring instructions to the wide-eyed servers and chefs.
They wouldn’t talk. They never did when the price was right.
Outside, the street had been secured. Twice the usual escort waited, black SUVs lined up with my best men at every corner, their eyes sharp. We crossed the street to my office, Adrienne walking beside me in silence, her hand loose in mine.
The moment we entered, bodyguards t
