Mia POV
Marco's bluster died in his throat, replaced by a strangled gasp. Two burly men materialized from the shadows behind Albert. Their expressions were cold and unforgiving. Without a word, they grasped Marco by the arms, his drunken bravado instantly replaced by pathetic whimpers for mercy.
"P-Please, don't--I didn't..."
I watched the scene unfold in a daze. Marco was reduced to a blubbering mess, hauled out of the diner like a ragdoll.
My mind raced. Albert was clearly wealthy, but that alone wouldn't explain the level of terror Marco was displaying. Capos like Marco weren't easily intimidated by displays of money.
"Thank you for that, but... what just happened?" I asked, my voice laced with a mixture of confusion and anger. "Do you know who that is?"
"A thug, but no one of im
