My Wealthy Customer Ridiculed My Weight — He Didn’t Know Who Was Watching From The Corner Booth
Part 2
The stovetop kettle screamed loudly from the dark kitchen.
But I couldn’t even hear it over the deafening roaring rushing through my ears.
The supreme boss of the infamous local crime family.
My overwhelmed mind violently scrambled to properly process this horrifying new information.
Quiet, incredibly gentle Brian who generously tipped every single week.
The mysteriously wounded man I had desperately stitched up in the diner’s dusty pantry exactly three months ago.
He wasn’t just some tough, exceptionally quiet guy from the rough neighborhood.
He was the undisputed, absolutely lethal apex predator of the entire New York underworld.
Suddenly, the highly rhythmic sound of ascending footsteps echoed loudly up the concrete stairwell.
Craig gasped loudly on the other side of my door.
He let out a horrific, truly feral sound of pure, unadulterated terror.
I looked quickly through the small glass peephole once again.
Tyler, an impeccably dressed man I had never seen before, stepped smoothly onto the landing.
He was heavily flanked by two absolutely massive men wearing perfectly tailored black suits.
Tyler didn’t even look the slightest bit angry or upset.
He merely looked like a bored man completing a highly mundane clerical task.
He swiftly grabbed Craig by the torn collar of his ruined suit.
He hoisted the broken man up effortlessly, entirely ignoring his pathetic, high-pitched screams.
“Mister Robinson.”
Tyler adjusted his cuffs with incredible smoothness.
His deep voice was entirely devoid of any human warmth or compassion.
“You were explicitly, repeatedly instructed to leave the city immediately.”
“Bothering the boss’s beloved woman at her private residence was a fatally stupid miscalculation.”
“No, I just wanted to personally apologize to her!”
Craig screamed as he fought against their iron grips.
He fought desperately as the two large, silent men expertly restrained his thrashing arms.
Before I could even logically process what was actually happening, another imposing figure emerged.
Brian slowly stepped out from the dark shadows of the stairwell.
He was dressed flawlessly in a perfectly tailored pitch-black suit.
His expensive silk tie was slightly loosened at his thick neck.
He radiated a genuinely overwhelming aura of absolute, terrifying authority.
He didn’t even bother to look down at the sobbing, broken executive.
His piercing, deeply stormy eyes were locked directly onto my door peephole.
He acted exactly as if he could see right through the solid wood into my trembling soul.
“Get him out of her building immediately,” Brian commanded incredibly softly.
The absolute, chilling lack of emotion in his deep voice was infinitely scarier than a furious scream.
“Ensure he literally never sets foot inside the state of New York ever again.”
“Liquidate his remaining offshore bank accounts entirely.”
“Wire the remaining funds anonymously to the pediatric ward at the local hospital.”
“Consider it done, boss,” Tyler nodded highly respectfully.
They ruthlessly dragged a loudly pleading Craig completely away.
His pathetic cries echoed and slowly faded completely down the long concrete stairwell.
The dark hallway was finally entirely, utterly silent once more.
Brian firmly remained standing directly in front of my locked door.
He slowly placed his exceptionally large, heavily calloused hand flat against the cheap wood.
“Open the door,” Brian murmured quietly.
His deep voice was noticeably rough and dripping heavily with shocking vulnerability.
“Please.”
“Let me quietly explain everything to you.”
My small hands were shaking uncontrollably against the heavy brass deadbolt.
I was a nobody, a totally unremarkable girl who blended perfectly into the wallpaper.
Why would a supremely powerful man who literally rules the entire city ever care deeply about someone exactly like me?
