A/N: Okay there are some translations for this chapter, nothing big.

Bonjour- Hello

Comment Ça va?- How's it going?

Pas mal.- Not bad.

Et toi?- And you?

Trés bien- Very well

Oui- Yes

Okay I think that's all of them. Hope you enjoy this chapter! Please read and review.

We were stopped right in front of Souffle Restaurant. It is a very nice French restaurant, which I thought I would never go to.

"Sugar, it's not nice to stare with your mouth open." He whispered.

I snapped my mouth shut and watched the driver get out of the limo. He walked over to open Mac's door. Mac slid out gracefully and held his hand out to me. I took his hand and slid out a little less than graceful. His eyes twinkled with laughter and he had a small smile on his face.

"Stop laughing if you don't want an elbow in the ribs." I whispered sweetly.

"Of course sugar. Don't forget to call me Marco or even," he shuddered, "honey."

"Yes, honey." I smiled. He just sighed and hooked my arm through his. We walked arm and arm through the door. We walked towards an old man who was quite plump. He looked to be in his late forties.

"Bonjour Jean." Mac said in perfect French.

"Ah, bonjour Marco. Comment Ça va?" Jean asked. Okay maybe I'm feeling a little left out.

"Pas mal. Et toi?" Oh yeah I'm feeling really left out.

"Trés bien!" Jean must have seen my confusion because he switched to English.

"And who is this lovely lady?" he asked as he kissed my hand. I just smiled at him.

"This is my girlfriend Stephanie. Stephanie this is an old friend of mine, Jean." Jean looked at the earrings, the necklace and the ring. He seemed to shrink back a little.

"She is a good catch, oui?" Jean seemed a little nervous. His eyes darted from Mac to me.

"Oui, she is very much." He smiled at me. Jean relaxed.

"Shall I show you to your table."

"Yes, that would be good."

Our table was near the back of the restaurant. Jean began to pull my chair out for me but one look from Mac stopped him. Mac pulled my chair out for me and gave me a kiss on the cheek. He went to sit in his chair when I noticed he had his back to the wall. Jean gave us menus and said someone would help us shortly. He said some other things but I was to busy looking around. That's when I saw him.

Ranger was sitting on the other side of the room with his back against the wall. He was sitting with a young girl, no older than fifteen. I turned around quickly hoping he didn't notice me. Mac looked at me confused.

"Ummm… Marco, someone I know is sitting across the room.

"Who?" he asked looking around sneakily.

"Ranger." He looked shocked.

"Please tell me you don't mean Ricardo Mañoso." He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

"Yes I do. Is that a problem?" I asked confused.

"He is one of the families I have to deal with." He opened his eyes and looked over my shoulder.

"Shit." He said under his breath.

I pulled out a mirror and pretended to check my makeup. I angled it so I could see Ranger's table. I saw the girl get up and walk to the lady's room. As soon as she was through the door, Ranger stood up and was walking towards our table. 'Shit! Shit, shit, shit, shit!'