Chapter Sixty Two

Natasha's POV

"What the hell is going on?"

"Shh!" Lorenzo covered my mouth with his hand as we hit the ground.

I blinked rapidly as the situation dawned on me.

We were being shot at!

Why the hell were we being shot at?

Oh my fucking God, did they…

The entire restaurant was in disarray as women were screaming out of their mind.

My instincts was to take out my gun but then I realized I wasn't with any gun.

"We have to get out of here!" Lorenzo I said at the same time.

"In three." I said

"1"

"2"

"3"

I said and flipped Lorenzo over before he could process anything.

"Follow me." I whispere-shouted at him and began to move in a zog zag motion towards the kitchen, manuevering through Chairs and bodies on the floor.

I was halfway into the kitchen when Lorenzo grabbed my hands, carried me and ran through the kitchen, passing the back door.

There was a car in front of us as soon as we opened the back door of the kitchen.

Lorenzo pushed me in and his drive drove out and went into traffuc, driv