Kate nodded. "Sure, in that case, I will see you the day after tomorrow. Aiden is in bed but couldn't fall asleep until you got here."
"That's alright. I will take care of it. Have a good day tomorrow."
They said their goodbyes and Kate walked out. As Savannah was about to close the doors, she saw that Elio was still there. In his car, but still in the parking lot. As if he were waiting for something. Or someone. She didn't even want to know the answer because whatever went through her head scared her. She shut the doors.
Soft footsteps sounded behind her. She turned around meeting a pair of big black sleepy eyes. Aiden was standing there in his Spider-Man pajamas. His dirty-blond hair was ragged and he messed even more with the longer strands at the front that were bothering him. Savannah didn't have time to cut it yet.
"You should be sleeping, buddy.”
He shrugged, playing with the hem of his t-shirt. He looked sleepy but kept on looking at his sister with an accusing gaze. He wanted her to be home earlier. Expected it. So he must have got scared when the time came and Savannah still wasn’t there.
Then the boy came a few steps closer and Savannah as always realized how awfully similar he was to their father. His hair was practically the exact color, along with eyes. Not to mention the disposition to keep to himself. It was scary to think that one wrong move and he could end up like the man who had never really been much of a parent to either of them.
Aiden rarely talked. A few occasional words when he really needed to. Not even Savannah heard his voice a lot. It was hard enough to raise a kid while being barely-of-age, let alone a boy who didn't feel like words were important in his world. But she had to manage. After five years, she’d got a hang of things and mostly knew what Aiden wanted. And if not, he was pretty smart for his age and could handle himself to some extent.
Savannah picked him up which had become quite hard since he was five already. She took him to his room, throwing him into bed just as he liked. Squealing, he got under the covers, waiting for his sister to read him a story.
"I'm sorry buddy. I will try to pick up more morning shifts."
That was probably the best idea since Elio clearly preferred nights and even if he were to come in a month again, she wanted to distance herself as much as possible from the man right now. It was enough mafia experience for her to last her a lifetime.
The boy nodded, regarding his sister. He got closer, cuddling into her. Even without speaking much, he still seemed to need closeness from time to time. Especially when he had so obviously been scared not to see Savannah on time after her shift ended. She picked up a book from the nightstand. It was Harry Potter since surprisingly Aiden preferred more ambitious literature. And it might not have been the wisest choice on Savannah’s part to keep him engaged in it from such a young age, but as long as it occupied his mind and made him happy, she didn’t mind.
They spent another hour like this before the boy completely calmed down and fell asleep.
Chapter Six
The chick was fucking weird.
That was all Elio could really say about Savannah. A walking, talking contradiction. So, as soon as he left the parking lot and drove towards Father's nightclub, he decided to shove away any thought he had about the girl. He was curious as to so many things; her living-conditions, the girl who left the apartment a few minutes after Savannah had gone inside and a salary that surely must have been enough for a much better place.
But fuck it.
It wasn’t his problem, nor did he want it at the forefront of his mind.
His phone rang. Fabro's name flashed on the screen. With hesitation, Elio picked up. "What's up?”
"Where the hell are you? You were supposed to be done quickly.”
"I got held up," he explained, still not sure where to go exactly.
"Then hurry the fuck up. Noah Falcone and his brother showed up. We're waiting." And with that he hung up, not giving Elio the opportunity to say anything. He already intended to meet up with Fabro that night, but it made him angry when someone ordered him around. Let alone when that person was his twin brother. Just to fuck with him, he considered turning around and going home. So that he wouldn’t think Elio was at his command. Because he wasn’t.
However, Fabro mentioned his Capo. And if he already told the man that he would be there, it could appear as disrespectful not to show up. He couldn't let himself go that far. His boss was above such petty acts. Besides, partying still sounded better than seeing Father. The old fucker would get his money but later in the morning.
Going into the club he heard loud music coming off the speakers. Many people were dancing, drinking, and doing whatever else. Since it was the weekend, he wasn't surprised at all. Actually, even in the middle of the week, there were people there. It was Las Vegas. The city of sin and all-around partying. Nothing new, really.
Looking around he noticed Noah Falcone at once. A tall, broad-shouldered man with messy blond hair who captured each girl's attention. It was quite amusing to see that even those that clearly came with their boyfriends, made a point of glancing towards him. Capo himself was dancing with some redheaded girl on the dance floor. Or maybe
