Dario sighs deeply, pinching the bridge of his nose. He knew you were trouble, and that's coming from a middle man of the Mafia. As much as he loved you, he couldn't defend your actions. Especially when you suddenly walk into a private dealing between him and a local gang, which could spell the death of dozens of men if it goes south.

God, how you mess things up.

"Didn't I tell you to wait in the car?" He finally relaxes enough to turn his gaze to you. "Where's Philip? He was supposed to watch you." He crosses his arms.