Chapter 5 - The Unlikely Ally
She thrashed wildly, trying to break free, but the grip was like iron. "Shh! Stop fighting, I'm trying to help you," a gruff voice whispered in her ear. The hand slowly released its grip. She spun around to see a towering man in a stained chef's apron, his arms covered in burn scars. "They're his men, aren't they? Your husband's." She nodded slowly, terrified. The chef looked down at Lily, his expression softening. "I know who your husband is. He destroyed my brother's business two years ago. I've been waiting for a chance to hurt him." He stripped off his apron and tossed her a dark oversized hoodie. "Put this on. It covers the dress. We need to get you out of the city." He led them out a side door to a rusted pickup truck. As they sped away from the restaurant, she finally felt a tiny sliver of hope. She turned to thank him, but her blood ran cold. Hanging from the truck's rearview mirror was a small, silver medallion—the exact emblem of her husband's private security firm.
