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I had lived in New York for several years as a child, even though I'd been born in Italy. We had moved there the same year I'd met Nico. I'd been so intent on the cute little blond I had met to ever be concerned with going to some fancy French Restaurant, even though I had heard of the place even at that young age.
As we walked into the place, I was immediately filled with the overwhelming feeling that I was glad I had been too young to come here.
This restaurant was insane.
Crystal chandeliers, white tablecloths, wine glasses, and waiters dressed almost as fancy as the customers. As rich as I was, I felt out of place.
I just hoped the food was good.
We were shown to a private dining area as soon as we walked through the door. I could feel the stares of the other patrons as we walked through the main room to the VIP area. I didn't know if it was due to the small crowd we created or the powerful stature of the men walking with me.
I didn't care as long as the stares didn't affect Nico. The second Nico got upset, I was going to start punching people.
Luckily, he seemed oblivious to them.
I kept my hand in the low of Nico's back as I escorted him through the room. I felt a little better knowing Vinnie and Jake were doing the same with their husbands.
We were all overprotective assholes.
Once in the VIP dining room, I took a seat with my back to the wall, facing the entrance just as Vinnie did. We glanced at each other when we sat down, both of us letting out small chuckles.
"What's so funny?" Nico asked.
"Nothing, love. Just a mafia thing."
We did not sit with our backs to the entrance. If someone wanted to come after us, we wanted to see them coming so we could put a bullet between their eyes.
When we were given menus, Nico looked at his and frowned before leaning toward me. "There are no prices on this menu."
"There won't be, Nico. Just choose something that sounds good and don't worry about the price."
"But..."
"But what, baby?"
"I don't want to eat something really expensive," Nico said. "That would be rude since Mr. D'Amato said he was paying."
God, he was adorable.
"Tell you what, you order whatever you want and I'll make sure to help Jake out with the bill. Okay?"
Nico beamed at me before going back to perusing the menu. However, after a few minutes, the frown was back.
"What's wrong, baby?"
"I don't even know what some of this stuff is. What is Coq Au Vin?"
"Its chicken cooked in red wine with bacon, mushrooms, and onions."
"Oh, that sounds good." He glanced up at me. "What are you having?"
"I think I'm going to have the Boeuf Bourguignon. It's a classic French beef stew made with red wine, pearl onions, mushrooms and bacon."
"Oh, that sounds good, too."
I leaned closer to him. "I'd be happy to share with you."
"Yeah?"
