We arrive at the restaurant around twenty minutes later. It's the branch that Je manages now. I have called ahead to give him a heads up of what's about to go down so he can warn the staff and alert security without setting off any alarm bells that would make the customers panic or Carlo and his group suspicious. We were suppose to have the meeting like "regular folks" having normal conversation that has nothing to do with guns, knives, gangs and a nationwide smuggling operation that we plan to take down for good.
Carlo is already there with three of his bodyguards sitting at different tables around him. Although, they try to act inconspicuously and are dressed in regular shirts and jeans and are unarmed, their gargantuan built and brooding demeanor as their sharp eyes look at everyone including children as a threat gave them away.
Dad, you and I proceed to Carlo's table where he seems to be enjoying a plate of our specialty pasta dish. Somehow I am second guessing our decision to not bring anyone else with us. Although I cannot question you and Dad's ability to fight and I totally agree with the decision that Dad's top men— Sam and Tristan along with dozens of their gun-wielding and knife-throwing buddies should be left in the house to protect the kids, couldn't we have at least one guy with us? You know even that guy that you beat up earlier?
You sit across the square table from Carlo while Dad and I take the seats on either side. Je starts walking towards us to ask what we would want but I nod my head to turn him away.
"Not hungry?" Carlo smiles at me smugly as he twirls his fork into the pasta. "This is actually really good. I'm impressed, pretty boy. Looks like I just found out what my Mina saw in you."
What the?! Asshole! That's MY Mina, you jerk.
I clench my fists and about to say something back when I suddenly feel quick movements from under the table and Carlo's knee hitting mine. When I look at his face, it looks pale and he appears to be in excruciating pain. I turn to you to find out what you could have done to the guy. I know it's you because who could else could it be?
You have slid down her chair, holding the end of the table, looking straight at him with piercing eyes. It appears that your leg is stretched out to cross the length of the table towards him. Without looking, I try to figure out where your foot might be and my mouth shapes into a silent "Oh!"
So that's what those pointy stilettos are for.
"What did I say about talking to my husband?" You narrow your eyes at him as he winces in quiet pain.
I had to stop myself from snickering as I imagine just how much torture you are doing to his man parts and so not in a good way.
His men notice their boss's dilemma and start to move but Carlo raises his hand to stop them and tries to keep a straight face as he looks back at you. "You said not to."
"If you want to talk to him, you will do it with respect. Understood?"
"You can't just demand something like that, sweet pea." He says.
I got to hand it to him. He's pretty tough. It must be hell down there for him but he still has the audacity to defy you.
You cock your head to the side with your murderous eyes set on his face. "Don't make me say pretty please." You tell him and I think also dig your heel into his balls because then his face becomes redder and he looks like he's about to burst into a scream for his Mommy.
Holy shit! You're scary and also very hot.
One of his men couldn't take it anymore, he stands up and attempts to go to his boss when you turn your she-devil stare on him and grasp the glass water goblet in front of you. I wouldn't even try to imagine what you to him with that but I guess he has because he freezes for a moment and appears like his balls has been crushed worse than his boss.
