"Marco, I was just telling DeLuca here that we were leaving." Edoardo says, "Take the young lady home. I think she's had enough partying for one night, and so have I."
Marco stared at the woman in his arms and then back at DeLuca, "Mea, did—"
"Let's go, please. Please, I want to go home." she begged again, and he nodded, eyeing the man wickedly. He'd deal with the old pig later.
"Let's go home." He says, gently placing his hands on both her shoulders, quietly leading her out. With Edoardo following behind them, leaving the dirty old man there to enjoy the drinks.
"Idiots!" Lorenzo hissed. "I'll bring you down from your high horse soon, DeFalco . You and those idiots you cherish so much"
