Cass’s POV
The wine bottle exploded between us.
I was already moving. One hand locked on Sophia’s wrist and pulled her down hard under the table as the second round punched through the space her head had just left. Half a second later and I would have been carrying her body out of this place.
Not happening.
The screams started instantly. A man two tables over made a short sound and went sideways. Blood spread across his shoulder. Still breathing.
Where the f**k is Dante?
There were three shooters, maybe four. They didn’t hire idiots this time. No wild shots. No panic. Every round had a purpose.
I kept Sophia low and scanned once. Front doors already jammed. Side hall leading to the restrooms. Kitchen service door. Window wall was suicide if they had a second team outside.
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