"Hey goodlooking, wanna come with us?" a drunken man slurred to Amber. "No thank's." Amber squirmed away. "WELL COME ON." another shouted grabbing hold of Ambers arm. "GET OFF ME." Amber growled to the guy. "Such a pretty face, and even prettier frightened. We won't hurt you...much." Another guy spoke up walking towards Amber. "HELP!" Amber screamed, fighting her way off them. "COME ON LADY, LESS OF THE HITTING." One man growled. "Let...the..lady...GO." A man in a suit spoke in the shadows. He stepped forward, removing the burning cigarette from his mouth. "WELL." the man spoke again, his eyes darkening at the sight of the three men. "Oh yeah, what are you gonna do. It's three against one. Get on your way, ass hole." One of the guys sniggered. The man in the suit lifted up the blazer of his suit, revealing concealed UZI MG and a Colt 45. The guys stepped back, letting go of Amber. "Look we mean no tro....GET OUT OF HERE" one guy shouted before letting go of Amber and running.
"Who are you?" Amber whispered to the guy. The guy removed his grey fedora and ran a hand through his thick black hair. "Never mind who I am, you look starved. Come." The guy spoke, taking hold of Ambers hand in his. He lead her down the street and into a nearby bistro. "It's not exactly a restaurant, but it'll have to do." He mumbled, taking a seat onto the chair. Amber stood and watched the guy closely, he didn't look old but he didn't look young either. "Sit." He indicated to Amber. Amber perched to the end of the chair and looked to him. "British?" He asked her, removing the cigarette from his mouth and pushing the butt to the ashtray. "Mhmm." Amber nodded. The guy raised his long fingers to the air and clicked them twice. Instantly a waitor arrived and took out his shabby note pad. "Welcome sir, madam to the Il Bistro Italiano. I am your waitor Man.." The waitor began before being interrupted by the guy. "Hi we'll have the soup of the day along with some fresh bread and two glasses of 2007 Domaine Dominique Mugneret Vosne-Romanèe followed by Pan fried sea bass with citrus dressed broccoli with a side of roast potatoes and steamed green vegetables. Two glasses of 1995 Krug Clos d'Ambonnay and to follow two strawberry cheesecakes with water." the guy interrupted.
"We only sell them wines by bottle Sir." The waitor stammered looking towards him. "BOTTLE THEN." The guy growled sending the waitor off to the kitchen. "You're very blunt.." Amber whispered. "Love, I may be older than you. But I can't hear you when you're mumbling. SPEAK UP?" the man spat slowly. "Look you didn't have to take me here. I was urm, going, urm...home? Well our hotel.." Amber stammered. "You're lost aren't you." The man smirked as the waitor arrived with the soup and bread and bottle of Domaine. The waitor unscrew the cork and poured out a small glass for the guy. He took it up in his hand and took a small sip. "That'll do." The guy spat. The waitor began to rush off again. "What's your name?" The guy spoke clearly as he began to dig into his soup. "Amber.." Amber replied taking a spoonful of soup to her mouth. "I'm Mr Ardizzone. But you can call me Lewis." Lewis smiled to her. They both finished their soup in no time and Amber began to relax slowly. "So why are you in Australia?" Lewis asked. "Me and my friend came for a holiday but we met some guys, I'm dating one of them now." Amber shrugged. "Do you love him?" Lewis asked tilting his head to the side. "Yes." Amber replied nodding. "So why were you wandering on the roughest side of Melbourne on your own?" Lewis raised an eyebrow, taking a sip of wine. "I found out I was pregnant, I wanted to get away." Amber shrugged, tearing up a bit. "Hey, don't cry on me hun. I'm not good with emotions." Lewis chuckled making Amber smile a bit.
The waitor soon arrived to take away their plates, Amber smiled towards Lewis and he grinned back. "Thanks for saving me." Amber smiled. "No bother, I hate drunks." Lewis mumbled, his eyes darkening at some memory." The waitor arrived with the sea bass along with the Klug Clos. He repeated his action from the Domaine and Lewis nodded to the waitor. "I feel like charity." Amber shrugged. "Why should you, you're a beautiful girl who was in distress. You look as if you've lost five pounds due to the your eyes being way to big for your face. You're pregnant, as you told me and I like helping people out. You don't have to pay me back, I have plenty of money to help feed the world." Lewis smiled tucking into the seabass. "Then...why don't you?" Amber asked midchewing her sea bass. "I'm part of a mob." Lewis sighed. "Oh." Amber replied. They began to eat more in silence before the waitor arrived to take away plates. "Do you need some money?" Lewis asked, looking towards Amber. "Urm, I had some..but I spent it in a shop for water." Amber shrugged. Ambers phone suddenly began to vibrate on the table. Lewis looked to it as Amber looked too. Beau's name read up on the screen. "Aren't you going to answer that?" Lewis raised an eyebrow. "No...not yet." Amber whispered.
They finished their cheese cake in no time and the waitor came over with the bill. Amber shot a glance at the bill seeing that it read $4,500. "Jesus." Amber spluttered into her water. "It's the wine thats the most expensive." Lewis grinned. Amber squirmed down in her seat, she glanced towards the phone and noticed she now had twelve missed calls, seven messages and still that one email. "May I take you to your hotel?" Lewis asked. "Sure." Amber smiled. Lewis pulled out his phone, he rang a number quickly "Dante, I need the Cadillac round the Il Bistro Italiano on fourth street." Amber gazed at him amazed "Do people always do what you say?" Lewis let out a little laugh before reaching into his pocket and removed a large wad of notes. He smacked them down onto the table before taking his fedora, placing this to his head and saying "Yes, if they want to survive." Ambers mouth fell open, she suddenly realised that she had been wined and dined by a total stranger...that total stranger being a member of a mob...that member of the mob, could kill her if he wanted.
