After a slow entrance to the actual area, he sent Flavio a message, trying to find out where he was so that he wouldn't be bound to drive around with so many people getting in the way. The Speedway was full. Soon enough, he got an answer. The Made Man was hanging out with one of the organizers of the race whose name no one really knew. Everyone called him Bootsie, however, it seemed as the nickname came out of nowhere. The man had little long black hair, usually braided and eyes the same color. Judging by the tattoo of a tear under his eye, the man was not a good person. Such a tattoo could have many different meanings; long jail sentence, being a murderer or the desire to get revenge for something. Whichever that was, Noah Falcone was on a good track of being surrounded by men willing to do whatever and whenever as far as being in business was concerned.
Getting out of his Audi he immediately took out a cigarette and lit it up. Flavio stood beside his Bugatti, immersed in a conversation with a few of the soldiers as well as Bootsie. When he saw him, his eyebrow rose, surprised to see the man here after all. Elio shook his head, preventing him from asking questions. He was in no mood to talk about it right now and especially in front of people he didn't fucking like all that much.
Instead, he joined the conversation that, without any surprise, was about today's races. The biggest one was, of course, supposed to be the last of the night.
"They are going to bring us a shit ton of money," said Bootsie, grinning. Such excitement was a rare sight on his face, so whatever money he was talking about, it must have been good.
Elio drew another deep breath of smoke. "Who?"
"There are a couple of idiots who bet on the least likely racers to win," explained Flavio. "Supposedly because of some shitty bet they made."
The Enforcer nodded. "How's the last group looking like?" he asked Bootsie.
"A few last week's winners have signed up. I'm still waiting, though, because the races haven't started today yet. I have two spots left."
That's exactly what Elio needed right now. Watching wouldn't cut it for him today. He nodded, knowingly. "Sign me up."
Good thing was that since he was a part of the Famiglia he didn't have to pay an entry fee. The outsiders had no other option. Those racers had shifted to the illegal betting, apart from the legit one. And as far as the last race of the night was concerned, the money was grand. Going into this business was an always evolving plan that Capo dei Capi tried to build up. For now, it was giving the best results.
Flavio wore a puzzled expression which he couldn't cover up fast enough. He knew the Enforcer to be all action, rarely words, however, such a decision was completely out of character even for him. Knowing what he was supposed to be doing right now, who he was supposed to be with, made it all that much weirder. Elio only shrugged.
Bootsie took out his tablet from the back of his car seat and did what the man told him to. Elio was a great driver. He had already taken part in a few of those races, winning each one. So it wouldn't be a surprise if he won today, too. Plus, earning some additional cash wasn't such a bad idea since he was on his own and being an Enforcer for the Capodecina wasn't paying all that much. But that most likely was his Father's fault.
"Are you ready?!" a male voice sounded through the speakers, bringing everyone's attention to the track.
The drivers were slowly moving into their intended positions, rules were presented and the schedule of the whole evening mentioned. People were cheering, excited for what was to come. Yet, Elio didn't give a fuck until it was his turn to race. But he still needed a better car. His Audi wasn't bad but not enough to match up to this event. Because of that, he moved towards Flavio who was more interested in his odd behavior than the race. No one was paying attention to them anymore.
Falcone reached out his hand with the car key to his Bugatti. He knew exactly what the man needed. "If you fuck up my car, don't bother coming back," he warned him. It was intended as a joke - or at least as much of a joke as Flavio was able to say - but his eyes held caution.
"I know how to fucking drive," Elio bit back, pulling out another cigarette. It was one of those days.
"What happened with your waitress? She didn't give in?" Flavio asked, at last, pulling his hand in his pockets. The keen look reached his face as he smirked.
"Not the fucking case, dick."
Flavio's head tilted in contemplation. "Then?"
"She has a kid," he said as he brought a cigarette to his lips. His mind travelled to the little boy and another wave of guilt hit him. How was it possible that one person could actually bring all those foreign emotions to the table, ruining his perspective on who he was all at once?
"Still don't see a problem. Don't tell me that you fuck girls who are in relationships but draw the line here."
He was right. Elio's morals were so out of focus that it shouldn't be a problem for him to fuck Savannah for such a trivial reason.
"More like I don't want to fucking get involved in it. The kid is her brother but she's the one to raise him."
Flavio looked close to laughter which was an unnerving sight. It stirred the rage inside Elio. The younger Falcone had a penchant for making any situation feel like the
