Santo 7-2

One of the bartenders waves me over - I know from memory that he's the one in charge of the bar - and he nods towards Wini:

"Go get her," he orders me.

I nod quickly and feel a warmth gradually building in my chest. Wow. This is the first time I've felt "safe" as a woman among ordinary citizens. Wini was right when she said the employees here were one big family.

I quickly put down my tray and move through the crowd to put a hand on Wini's shoulder: "Hey. We need reinforcements. Big order on the way, and I need arms."

I don't glance at Wini, but I observe the stronzo standing before her. He's ogling me from head to toe. Moron thinks he's at the top of the food chain in his little striped shirt and gold chains. I just want to jam my pen into his jugular when I see him licking his lips.

Wini is completely tense, but she pulls me toward the bar.

However, I don't know why, but my eyes land behind the stronzo. And now I'm terrified too.

Vincenzo is there.

Behind him are my