My Protector | His Angel

Chapter 29: La Prohibición

"La prohibición" The words flowed easily off of his tongue, perfectly accented. "An exclusive club only known to the rich, and only available to the elite."

"Like Normandy rich?"

Killian chuckled as I brought up the ten member family who ruled reality TV. "No Doll, think William Richfield, Geoffrey Walters, Ronald Weatherby rich."

My eyes widened. "How rich are they?"

"Hundreds of billions."

"And the Normandys?"

Killian laughed again. "Maybe hundreds of millions."

I had never heard somebody suggest that something as much as a few hundred million dollars was anything less than... a lot.

"Wow" I slowly nodded and leaned back.

"So does that mean you're worth hundreds of billions?" I looked up at him and he didn't answer. A few seconds later a waiter approached us and I hadn't realized that a menu sat in front of me.

"What can I get you tonight sir?"

"We'll start with the arugula and fig salad, followed by the lobster, wagyu, and truffle asparagus."

"And wine?"

"Whatever the chef recommends"

"I'll be out momentarily with that" The waiter bowed his head and walked back to the house through a different door than the one we came from.

"So people go through the effort to come all the way out here to eat and that's it?" I asked as a few other couples walked in.

"They will stay for an after party as well, but we won't be. I typically don't."

The waiter returned with a bottle of red wine wrapped in a white towel. Somebody else followed behind him holding our salads. A cold gust of air blew into our table as the waiter was filling my glass, pushing it over. The wine spilled over the white table cloth and splashed onto my chest and black dress.

I looked up at the waiter as all of the blood drained from his face. He couldn't even look up at Killian or myself.

"M- my sincerest apologies ma'am." He stuttered as he picked the glass up and fumbled to move the salads and candle that remained on the crisp cloth.

I looked at Killian who looked at the young man and then back to myself.

"Hey," I reached my hand out and grabbed his. "It's fine, don't worry about it"

He froze in place at my touch and I pulled my hand away.

"It's okay" I repeated.

"That was probably a twenty five thousand dollar bottle of wine, I'm fired" He muttered to himself as he took our table cloth away.

"No you aren't. I'm so clumsy, I knocked the glass over as you were pouring it, didn't I?"

He didn't say anything and instead looked up at Killian who just watched intently, his jaw completely relaxed.

"Didn't I?" I persisted but the waiter still said nothing.

"You did" Killian confirmed and both myself and the waiter looked at him.

The waiter nodded and took the dirty cloth back inside. I looked around and thankfully it didn't seem like anybody had seen or cared what was going on.

"Poor thing" I whispered. "He couldn't be more than twenty years old, the poor kid was practically shaking in his shoes."

"He must be new, I've never seen him here before. And he's not used to anybody being as kind as you. If he had done that to literally anybody else on this patio he would already be on a boat back to the mainland."