The Mafia's Desired Dreams.

"Hey there," a feminine voice reached his ears. "You're all alone here?" dressed in a flashy powder blue gown that scarcely covered either parts of her body, was a fairly tall woman.

As Marco lifted his gaze from his drink and placed it on her, a short muffled snicker left his lips as he saw the color of her hair and eyes. Elegantly wavy long blond hair, with bright blue eyes. She was exactly Zeno's type.

Her legs, long and fine, thanks to the blazing red lipstick, her lips were red and hot as fire, there was a cut there, like she was hit there.

His gaze shifted to her neck, her long hair that fell over her shoulders and silver scarf around her neck did well in covering it up, but he still saw the bruise there, like she was strangled.

Her cheeks and neck were sunken, she looked like she hadn't eaten in three days. Using excessive makeup around her eyes, she had tried to cover up her dark circles but he could tell.

Still, she was fine. And if all that makeup was washed off, and she was well-fed, she could be a perfect replacement for Ara. Even her cat eyes were like Ara's. In fact if it weren't for all the bruises and cuts she was trying to hide under all that makeup, he'd say this lady was the closest resemblance of Ara he had ever come across.

"From what I see, you're also here alone" he states, offering her the seat next to him, and she climbs atop it. He signals the bartender to pour her something.

"I'm always alone, I've been alone for as long as I can remember." She collects the drink from the bartender, and smiles a thank you. "But you don't look like a guy who is ever alone. I mean with this look and body features, you should have women crawling all over you." She compliments, and he raises a brow in acknowledgment.

She was damn right, there were lots and lots of women dying to have him, but…

"I could say the same for you too, you say you've always been alone, but I find that hard to believe. You strike me as someone who has men around her, like bees around honey." He raises his glass to her and takes a sip of his drink. A tugging smile plays on her lips as he said those words.

"Honey is sweet. I thought you were gonna use an expression like, 'flies around a pig sty." Her facial expression darkened, like she recalled something she didn't want to. "That's what most of them say." she mutters underneath her breath, but he heard it, and it made him wonder what kind of life she lived.

Although seeing the way she was dressed, and all the bruises on her body, it wasn't such a hard guess to make.

"You miserable puttana!" A harsh voice suddenly echoes from behind them, and in the blink of an eye, she is viciously yanked from the stool, and hauled harshly to the ground.

What follows is a harsh kick in the stomach. "I told you to go make some money, and instead, you sit down here having a good drink, and chatting away during working hours?"

The blond lady yelps in pain as another kick lands on her stomach, causing her to curl up with her hands wrapped around her stomach in pain.

"You dirty bastard, are you blind?! Can't you see I'm trying to get a customer?!" She cries out in pain.

"While drinking from an expensive glass, ah?" The fat man hisses and lands a merciless slap on her face with his full palm.

Everything happened so fast that Marco didn't even realize it until she had another right foot to the stomach, and she let out another painful cry.

The huge fat man who was probably three times the size of the lady, the three infelici porci schifosi, that stood with him, all four of them, against one woman who looked malnourished.