"Okay!" I suddenly shouted and smiled and waved both my hands in the air and walked away. I had no control over my own body anymore and I zig-zag into the women's restroom. I felt like a zombie with no strength to go immediately to the cubicle and there vent my resentment. After how many minutes, finally, well done.
I went straight to the sink of this Comfort room and there I rubbed my face so that I could return to my previous trance, but still no effect. Damn it, I should be looking now for that so-called Alfeo, but here I am, wasting my time saving a young man. Sh*t.
I zig-zag out of comfort room again and just as I turned the corner near the counter, I collided with a man.
[I'm sorry, are you okay, Miss?
"Mi scusi, sta bene, signorina?" I immediately returned to my trance when the man stuffed me with cold wine in my dress. Aish! I don't have a replacement here yet!
I immediately straightened up and shot him a sharp look.
"I can't understand what are you saying about but it's okay, next time, be aware of your soroundings." I reached for the cloth that was over my foot and tore it. I saw the man turn in my direction so I frowned.
Did he think I was going to take off my clothes in front of him? Tss. Are there still sensible men here in Milan? I used the cloth I tore as a smear where the wine was thrown on my chest. Gosh, the stench. I can't stand it.
"Are you done?" I immediately looked at the man who was still turning his back on me now.
"You know how to speak English?"
"Yeah." After he said no, I immediately shot him in the eye.
"You must said it sooner then. Aish! You even made it hard for me to speak Italian." I immediately threw to the side the cloth I tore earlier in the trashcan. I was about to take a step forward when I suddenly stopped and turned my gaze back to the man.
I motioned for him to come closer to me and he came right away. Without saying a word, I turned him around and reached for the hem of his black leather jacket and immediately put it on my body to cover up my wet chest.
"What the—" I just smiled at him and winked.
"Thanks for the nice jacket, handsome," I said with a smile and saluted him while the man just stared at me and I walked back to the counter.
I can't deny he's handsome.
I was close to the counter when I saw a group of people there.
"Huh? Isn't that the spot of the young man I watched with the waiter earlier?" not in my own pronunciation and have already walked there.
"What's happening?" I simply asked the bartender. But I was immediately surprised when the Waiter suddenly ran into my habit.
"Ma'am, t-the guy …" the waiter said trembling to me so I adjusted my posture immediately.
"Sh*t!" I immediately told him when I recognized who those men were around the young man I had helped earlier. I was about to run there when I remembered that I didn't know their words so what I did is I grabbed the waiter's collar and dragged him with me so that he could be my translator by chance.
"Ma'am! What are you doing!"
"Shut the fuck up and just follow me!" he immediately shut his mouth. I stopped first and lifted the fabric I was wearing to my feet and tore it until it became like a tube crop top of mine.
The eyes of the waiter and other men around widened because of what I did. Why? Is it only now that they see a woman with a cropped top, huh? Tss.
"Follow me." I commanded there to the waiter and he just nodded immediately and followed behind me like a cowardly dog.
I stopped and crossed my arms and leaned my body on the edge of its counter and smirk.
"Hey, what's up gentlemen's?" that bald man immediately turned his head in my direction and I could clearly see the irritation and anger on his face.
I noticed there were only five of them in all. Maybe it's time to practice? I saw the bald man—I mean they're all bald so their leader I guess.
[My suspicion is correct, I know who is in this club.]
"Il mio sospetto è corretto, so chi c'è in questo club." My forehead furrowed and I kicked the waiter lightly in his stomach that is currently hiding behind me.
"Translate it, what did he say?"
"He said t-that he's right all along that he'll see you two at this bar," I could still feel the vibration in the waiter's voice. Why is he scared?
I was about to speak when the waiter suddenly tapped my shoulder softly.
"What?" annoyed I turned may gaze at him.
"Please Miss, be careful with that man, he is a mafia at this street. That's why everyone is in fear just looking at his e-eyes." I rolled my eyes at the club and the men whose revenge bodies were the first to leave the club.
My eyebrows rose.
"Really …" there was a smirk on my lips while I'm saying those words. Interesting, then.
[Let's finish this useless fight. You're just a woman, no one is against me because I'm the strongest mafia of this street!]
"Mettiamo fine a questa lotta inutile. Sei solo una donna, nessuno è contro di me perché sono la mafia più forte di questa strada!" my forehead wrinkled again. I was about to ask a question when the waiter himself immediately spoke first.
"R-Run, Miss. He said he will put an end to this fight--!" the waiter didn't finish what he was going to say when suddenly someone mercilessly punch his face.
I am stunned. What I hate most of all is the people who get hurt right in front of me, especially when that certain person helped me.