Massimo moved to follow after Elena's retreating form, but he was immediately stopped by a security guard.
"Sir, you need to wait in line—"
"Not now," Massimo cut him off firmly. He tried to move around the guard, but the man just shifted his position, continuing to block Massimo's path.
"I need to see your ticket," the guard continued.
"Don't have one," Massimo snapped. "Now will you mind your business and—"
Another security guard walked towards them. Her honey sweet tone was unmistakable—but also impossible to ignore. "Do we have a problem here?"
Massimo wouldn't have a problem if he could just be left alone. Or if he decided to burn this entire place to the ground. His frustrations were mounting, and Elena was nearly out of sight.
When he turned around to face the newcomer though, her eyes immediately widened in surprise. "Don Massimo Ferraro," she said, incredulously, "what can we help you with?"
She shot the other guard a dirty look—and Massimo had to admit, the gesture did please him a little. The other man, to his credit, looked appropriately scolded. And perhaps more than a little nervous at the reveal that he pissed off the Mafia King.
"My... associate was let through," Massimo said through gritted teeth. "I'm trying to follow her. I trust that shouldn't be an issue?"
"Of course not," the woman replied quickly. "You can skip the entire line, sir."
"He still needs a ticket," the male guard muttered. Then, looking at his coworker's horrified expression, he quickly tacked on, "It's just protocol—we could lose our jobs otherwise, Mister Mafia King."
"James," the woman hissed. "We can't—"
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