A/N: I will skip some scenes for a while and patch up the loose end in the future okay.
One month later.
After mopping the floor, Maria washes her hands. When she goes back to the table which she cleared and leaves it vacant. She places the tray with a plate of spaghetti, beefsteak, some vegetable salad, and cold orange juice.
Maria is about to sip some orange juice when a group of men barges into the restaurant.
Wearing a black leather chaleco vest, thick silver chain with heavy bling, black leather cuffs on the wrist, and a baseball bat on their hand.
Maria assumed they were mobsters but she calmed herself and spoke.
“I'm sorry sir but we are closed. We are not serving any food and the chef left home already,” she said but her body felt cold staring at the baseball bat.
“We are n
