Once she found the bathroom, she pulled out her cell phone and dialed Pauly.

"What's up?"

"Just a bad feeling. It's probably nothing, maybe even wedding jitters, but I just can't shake it, ya know?"

"I can be there in less than two minutes."

"You're kidding? Where are you?"

"Across the street."

"Why the hell are you here?"

"For times like these." He paused long enough without an answer. "Rave?"

"Shh . . ." she whispered quietly, looking around the corner, "I thought I heard someone. Listen, I didn't tell Marco I was making this call. I snuck into the bathroom to do it."

"Understood. I'll call ya later."

She hung up and turned off her phone, staring at it. She walked back out, sat across from Marco, and smiled.

He looked carefully into her eyes. He knew the look, and he knew she went to call Pauly. "So, Pauly good? Is he on his way?"

"How?" She whipped her head around, expecting to see him in the doorway.

"Give me a break Ravin, I may not spend every waking moment with you, but I can tell you this . . ." He paused, pulling her chin up with his finger. "I know every emotion you have and I can read your eyes like an open book."

"You can huh?"

"Yes, so tell me why you feel scared enough to call in Pauly?"

"A feeling, I guess." She looked down feeling slightly ashamed, after all this time, she should have been able to shake the feelings of always being a target.

"Well, I'm glad to see that you've got your instincts back in place."

"Why's that?"

"When I called, Pauly's line was busy. I guess we're on the same page."

"You called Pauly? Do you have a feeling we're being followed too?"

"Well, I don't know about that, but I do have a bad feeling about something. I just don't know what exactly."

She smiled at him and took his hands. "Ya know, I think we were meant to be together." Her smile slipped away as she looked out the window. The blood drained from her face as she watched in horror.

"What?" He looked around.

"Outside, someone's sitting outside." Her face continued losing more color as she spoke.

"Do you know who it is?"

"Yes." She trembled.

"Who?"

"Get Pauly on the phone now!" She gritted her teeth, not moving her eyes.

Marco carefully picked up his phone from the table and quickly dialed Pauly's number.

"What do I tell him?"

"Tell him-"

"Tell him not to look behind you!" Pauly whispered, causing Ravin to jump out of her skin. Even Marco jumped throwing his napkin at him.

"Wow! What a great protector! Throwing a napkin, Marco! Gee I would have never thought of that!" Pauly laughed and slid in next to Ravin. He looked over at Ravin seeing her utter fear and suddenly became serious.

"Ravin, what is it?"

"Outside, look outside."

Pauly looked over her shoulder trying not to be seen. "Is that who I think it is?"

"Uh huh."

"Isn't he supposed to be in prison?"

"Maybe he got parole or something?"

"Rave, he got seven life sentences. Parole wasn't an option."

"What do we do, Pauly?"

"Well, first of all we get the hell out of here."

"Where? If he knows we're here, he'll know where we're staying."