Chapter 352 Traitor In The House

• Victor pulled me by my hand through the swinging door and into the restaurant kitchen a split second before a chair splintered against the door frame.
• “We’ve got to get out of here,” I said, listening to more things crash against the door behind us. “Come on.” I pointed at the metal door marked exit.
• We crossed the kitchen, ignoring the surprised faces of the kitchen staff, and hurried out the back door. We clung to each other and cautiously walked around the block to Victor’s car.