The door burst open with a crash.Austin Callahan barged in, gauze taped across his nose, with more than a dozen men behind him. The hallway beyond the doorway was packed with more.“Get everyone else out of here,” he ordered. “Tell them to leave while they still can.”One of his men hurried off to clear the restaurant.Moments later, Bellini’s owner appeared in the doorway, pale and visibly nervous.“Mr. Callahan, please. What happened?”He attempted a smile.“Whatever it is, I’m sure we can work something out. There’s no need for this. I’ll cover—”Austin slapped him across the face.The owner stood stunned, one hand pressed to his cheek.“Someone’s leaving here on a stretcher today,” Austin said. “Keep running your mouth, and you can join them. I’ll put you in the hospital for six months.”He reached out and patted the man’s other cheek.“Want to find out if I’m serious?”“No. No, I’m leaving. I’m sorry, Mr. Callahan.”The owner backed away, then turned and hurried out, abandoning