Chaos exploded in the darkness as the screams echoed off the walls like. Glass shattered somewhere behind them. Wine glasses, champagne flutes. Crystal hitting stone.
Women cried out as their partners pushed them toward exits. The exits that suddenly seemed very far away. Too far away.
Isabella felt Matteo's hand grip hers like iron. His fingers were warm and strong.
"Stay low," he said in her ear, his breath hot against her skin. "Follow me."
Emergency lighting flickered on. Red light bathed everything. Hellish red that made shadows dance on the walls. In the dim glow, Isabella saw shapes moving. Men in black. Armed with guns, guns that gleamed in the red light.
They weren't random thieves. Isabella could see that now. This was planned by every step and every move. They knew exactly where to go.
"This way," Matteo pulled her toward a side door. His hand never let go of hers.
They made it three steps. Just three. Then a man in black blocked their path.
