"Let's go." He got out of the car, and I reluctantly followed, still looking for an escape route.
I drowned as I saw two sleek black SUV's pulling up, I glanced to the Devil but he didn't seemed fazed.
"Relax, Suka. Those are my men."
I guess running towards more Mafia men isn't much of an escape route.
I took a step towards the road, hoping that I could flag down a passing car.
I guess the Devil sensed my desire to escape, because suddenly his hands were tightly gripping my waist, leading us into the restaurant.
Inside, I couldn't help but stare. The restaurant was posh, and beautiful.
It had a waterfront view of the city, the tables were candle lit, and the design of the interior was beautiful.
We approached the front, a younger woman with dark blonde hair greeted us.
Her face w
