A

ck suits, all of them moving with the same precision, scanning the room sus

ear the voice of the bartender, and that's when I look back at hi

ever reason. The bartender pauses what he's doing and looks back

anyone is listening. "How can you be here and not know who that is...?" He asks, his vo

I glance back at the man, watching as he strides through the club like he owns every inch of it. I look back at t

. "Whatever you do, don't react. Just breathe." He tri

whisper to him, feeling

answer my question, and I breathe slowly to try and calm myself, picking up m

upposed to be ordering an Uber right now and getting out of here, no

t, move closely behind him. He stops beside a man sitting at a private corner booth. They don't shake hands. They don't smile. Th

next leaves me co

s in a sp

hing him seemingly plead for his life, the next, he is whipping out h

re my entire

lencer fitted at its tip. The music cuts for a second, the instrumentalists momentarily stunned, bef

e actual.

oth, with a gunshot wound to his forehead, blood spewi

reacts; in fact, everyone is perfectly calm despite

s up. My brain

one else see that?! Why am I the

n standing behind him step forward to carry the dead man out of the room, and more men pile

the fuck is

owly. Like this is routine. Like t

e other hand?

my chest, and that's when Ezio turns and locks eyes with me. That's

that says, 'You saw. I know you did.' Ex

n't. I feel pinned to the se

res, ordering the remaining tw

No

knot to form in my throat and my stomach. As I stand up, a wave hits me harshly, and that's when I

under his breath, making an at

ards the lounge doors, watching them draw closer and closer. I'm almost completely through them, until I coll

h me with raised eyebrows, as if I'm the only strange one here. I continue backing away, my back bumps into something that makes me gasp, more men... more of his bodyguards. They all surround me, staring down at me with

lessly, holding me by my arms as if I weighed nothing. And that's when I realise tha