Chapter 2 - Discovering how a brave diner waitress saved a dangerous billionaire life by dumping burning hot coffee across his lap inside a roadside Chicago diner tonight.
The sleek black luxury sedan pulled away smoothly from the wet curb, its tires humming softly against the rain-slicked Chicago asphalt.
Inside the quiet rear cabin, Sofia adjusted her messy dark ponytail, her light blue button-down shirt still smelling of freshly brewed coffee.
Across from her sat Dom, his dark hair immaculate, his hand tattoos resting calmly on his knees beneath his sharp grey suit jacket.
"You're not being kidnapped, Sofia; you're being protected," Dom stated, his deep voice carrying a quiet, commanding weight.
Sofia gripped the edge of the plush leather seat, her heart pounding against her ribs in the dim ambient lighting of the vehicle.
"That man in the green bomber jacket... he was watching me the moment I picked up the glass coffee pot," Sofia whispered.
"He wasn't watching you; he was waiting for me to drink from that cup," Dom replied, his gaze fixed on her with intense scrutiny.
Beside the driver's partition, the bald bodyguard in the navy blue suit adjusted the rearview mirror, keeping a watchful eye on the dark street behind them.
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The blue and red lights of a distant police cruiser flashed through the rain-streaked window, illuminating the US flag pin pinned to Dom's lapel.
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