Anthony
“Angelo,” I said into my phone.
“Sir, there are some men harassing the waitresses. They’ve been harassing one the whole time they’ve been here. I was just about to ask them to leave, when one of them grabbed the waitress, and he wouldn’t let her go.”
“I’m almost there, two minutes. If my men come, let them handle it.”
“Step on it, Lenny.”
“Yes sir.”
Lenny stepped on it. We got to the restaurant in under five minutes. Just as we pulled up, Rome, Michael, and Marco were getting out of Rome and Michael’s limo.
“What’s going on?” Marco asked as he saw me jump out.
“Trouble,” I said. They followed me into the restaurant.
What I saw made me see red. My girl was on the lap struggling with some a*shole. The manager was herding customers out. My gun was in my hand without me
