If the truth got out, it wouldn't just be about money. It would be about survival or facing serious jail time.

That was why they wanted to kill them; to keep their mouths shut!

A deafening bang shattered the silence as they exited the restaurant, sending the glass door shatters flying.

Camila instinctively pulled Isaac down behind a table, heart pounding in her chest.

Chaos erupted around them as screams mingled with the staccato of gunfire.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

A rapid succession of gunshots shattered the air. “Aaah! Aaaaah!"

Screams pierced the room from all directions. It was horrific!

Forrest's voice dropped to a whisper as he grasped Camila's arm.

“There's a back door."

Camila caught onto it. Together, they formed a protective shield around Isaac, navigating through the maze of tables and fleeing patrons toward the elusive exit at the rear of the restaurant.

Outside, Forrest didn't make a beeline for freedom. Instead, he reached for his phone and hurriedly dialed Willie. "Head to the back door," he instructed. "It's on the quieter street."

"Got it," Willie said.

However, before their escape plan could unfold, the symphony of gunshots erupted once more.

This time, it wasn't their enemies aiming at them. It was a gunfight between two group of people, turning the scene into a battleground.

“Why is there another group of people?" Forrest questioned, his brow furrowing in confusion.

Camila could only offer a helpless shrug, clueless about all this just Like him.

Isaac ventured a guess. "Could it be Alick?"

After all, their enemies wouldn't fight their own men.

They really wondered what was going on, but stepping outside to assess the situation was out of the question.