Chapter 3 - The Taste Tester
Norah’s hands shook uncontrollably as she stared at the simmering pot of oatmeal.
She quickly grabbed the handle and yanked the pot completely off the hot burner.
Vincent narrowed his dark eyes and stepped further into the massive kitchen.
He asked her what was wrong with the food.
Norah lied through her teeth and said the oats had accidentally burned at the bottom.
She frantically dumped the entire batch directly down the garbage disposal.
Vincent watched her with deep suspicion etching lines into his pale forehead.
He sat down at the kitchen island and demanded she make a fresh batch while he watched.
Norah scrubbed the pot intensely and started the entire cooking process completely over.
She kept her eyes glued to the stove, never turning her back for even a single second.
When the new oatmeal was perfectly cooked, she carefully ladled it into a bowl.
She placed the steaming dish on the marble counter right in front of the mafia boss.
Vincent picked up his silver spoon and stared at the simple food.
Before he could take a bite, Enzo suddenly burst into the kitchen with a heavily armed guard.
Enzo stated firmly that security protocols demanded all new chefs have their food tasted first.
Vincent sighed in obvious annoyance but waved his hand to give permission.
Enzo picked up a secondary spoon and scooped a generous portion of the oatmeal into his mouth.
He swallowed it quickly and nodded at Vincent to confirm it tasted fine.
Norah finally let out a massive breath of relief that she had been holding in.
Vincent raised his own spoon and prepared to take his first bite of breakfast.
A horrifying, wet choking sound suddenly erupted from the other side of the kitchen island.
Enzo dropped his spoon as his hands frantically clawed at his own throat.
His face turned a sickening shade of dark purple.
He collapsed violently onto the hard tile floor, violently convulsing.
Thick, dark blood began pouring out of Enzo’s mouth and nose.
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Vincent kicked his chair back and immediately drew a heavy pistol from his robe pocket.
He pointed the lethal weapon directly at Norah’s forehead.
