"Maestro," she croaked again, stiffening on her spot. She had to be dreaming; he couldn't be the one.
She blinked suddenly, feeling dizzy. Yes, he was the one.
He took steps close to her, causing her to pull back and turn to look at the entrance so she could run through.
She gasped when she saw his men standing in front of the restaurant.
She heard him chuckle and turned to him again.
"Aren't you tired of running? Five years wasn't enough?"
She swallowed hard as thoughts filled her head. If she survived this, then she would be the luckiest person ever.
He turned to her boss and the lewd customer, his face straightening but his eyes still on them. He whispered to Sergio, who was now behind him.
"Send every one out," he pointed to her boss and the customer, "except them, I need them."
The two men looked on, confused, wondering what it was about.
Sergio nodded and headed to the center of the restaurant. Maya could hear muttering and chairs shifting as customers stood up and began leaving
