Married to the Mafia Boss

- The Dine

s. Laughter and chatter enveloped her, but just beyond the hum of conversation, she spotted him, "a man slumped over his table, his face flushed

palm on the table, making the dishes rattle. Sofia forced a smile,

rned to grab the drinks, but when she returned, the man's demeanor had shifted.

, his breath reeking of alcohol. The jovial atmosphere aroun

d, placing the drinks on the table. "It's bu

ation. "Patience? You think I'm here to wait? You're just a lousy wa

ed her composure. "I understand it's

air over. "You think you can just serve me like I'm some nobody? I deserve better

the situation. The diner had grown quiet, eyes turni

ting off him. "What are you going to do about it? Huh?" His words dripped

eping in. She glanced around, hoping to catch Tony's eye behind the counter

rip that sent shockwaves of pain through her. "You think y

the panic rise, but she knew she couldn't show weakness. "Please, let

d from the entrance. "He

stride that commands attention. Dressed in a tailored suit, he exudes an air of danger and allure

a protective aura radiated from him, fi

ed with authority. The diner collectively held

tated, momentarily disarmed by his confidence. Just as the situation seems to diffuse, he lu