Nero's POV:
I didn't see her for the past twenty minutes.
A waitress passes near us, she seems to have come from the staff room.
"Hey!"
I shout to her. She looks like a deer caught in a carlight when she processes that I am talking to her.
"Where's that woman?" I ask.
She better talk fast.
"S-she... She left e-earlier." She stutters.
Shit!
"Can we... Order now, boss?" Elias asks meekly, holding the menu.
Hmph. Yeah, I forgot we came here to eat.
"Bring us three spaghettis and your manager." I order.
I didn't look at the menu so I don't care if they serve spaghetti or not, but they surely have a manager or some bastard that runs this place.
"Y-y-yes s-sir." Her stuttering barely makes what she said audiable.
She turns around and almost stumbles as she quickly walks away.
I signal for two of the guards to follow her.
Elias looks rather bummed, I guess he wanted something else, but I don't have time for this. Claudio meanwhile looks quite satisfied.
...
After a few minutes, our dinner has been served. So they do have spaghetti.
Claudio and Elias look at me, waiting for me to begin to eat. I take a forkful, and the two idiots attack their plates. Animals...
The taste fades in my mouth, I don't care about it. I don't care about this food.
I don't feeel like eating this shit anymore. The only thing I'm hungry for now, is her.
One of the guards returns, he stops in front of me and makes his report.
"Boss, we got him."
"Let's go." I raise myself from my chair. I am getting impatient...
Elias gulps all the pasta he has in his mouth, and protests:
"But Boss, we..."
I look at their plates, they have eaten half, so it's more than enough.
"Save some space for dessert, we are going."
He and Claudio wipe their mouths with a bitter look in their faces, the latter leaves money to pay for the dinner and a tip. I don't think this crap was worth paying, much less of a tip.
We go to the staff room door, where I know is going to be less crowded.
There, my men bring in front of me a skinny red wrinkly guy with greasy black hair.
"Who is she?"
"W-who?" He has a french accent, and like the girl also stutters.
"You know who I am talking about."
I don't like idiots. I am sure he saw the whole thing. Everyone here did...
"You mean miss Rosa Sánchez?"
Rosa.
So that is her name. Rosa.
A fitting name for a rose.
My rose.
"I- I am sorry if she disturbed you Sir, I promisse we..." He babbles as a rain of seat comes down his red face, putting his hands up as If I was going to shoot him... And I would.
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The Serb
ActionBeauty is a double-edged sword. It can be a blessing or a curse. For Rosa, it is more of the later. Her whole life she has been viewed, treated and used like an object by others, including her own family. She went to the crime ridden metropolis of L...
