I finish cleaning the last table.
Donnie left an hour ago, and left me the keys to the bar. That means I'll have to wake up early to open up for the cook. It's one in the morning now, so by the time I get home, I'll have around four hours to sleep. Mom's probably up waiting for me. She never sleeps before I get home even though I already told her not to worry about me. I can take care of myself. But nothing has been the same since Aaron got arrested. She's more paranoid and restless; she calls me every two hours to make sure I'm safe. I don't blame her. His arrest came as a shock to everyone. I wash my hands in the kitchen and hang my apron. I'm so exhausted I could drop to the floor. My limbs are shaking. I had to scrub and clean the entire bar on my own because Sandy called in sick today. I know for a fact that she wasn't sick. She just wanted to get out of cleaning. I'm turning the kitchen lights off when I hear someone come in. "We're closed," I say firmly without turning around. This happens usually, people wanting a few drinks in the middle of the night. There's no way I'm letting anyone stay. I have to get home. "Even for a friend?" The voice sounds familiar and when I whirl around, there's a man sitting on one of the stools. He looks vaguely familiar, but I don't think I've seen him around here before. I would've remembered his face. "You're not a friend." He reaches into his pocket and takes out a pack of cigarettes. He lights one. "Surely I haven't changed that much? You still look the same." I frown. "How do you know me?" Then it hits me. His hair used to be in a ponytail, not this slicked back hairstyle. And he didn't have any tattoos back then. He's bulkier and somehow taller. "Devon?" "Nice to see you too, Amelia." "You look different. I didn't recognize you." I pause. "You could've just told me who you were." "I was hoping you'd remember." "I was eleven when you left. How could I remember?" I approach him and the stench of his cigarette tickles my nostrils. I can't get over how different he looks. He's watching me intently and it makes me uncomfortable. I say something to break the silence. "Your mother's dying to see you." "I've already seen her. It's you I want to talk to." "Me?" I don't know what Devon could possibly want to say to me. He used to be Aaron's best friend, so he was always around the house back then. Used to be, because I don't think they're still friends now. After he left, we didn't talk to him, Mom and I rarely spoke to Aaron, and when we did, Devon was never mentioned. I just assumed they stopped talking. Now, he's here, wanting to talk to me. He shrugs. "Can I get a drink first?" Despite the fact that it's closing time, I pour him a glass of scotch. And I get him an ashtray because he's messing up what I've already cleaned. I'm midly annoyed at his unexpected visit, especially at this time, but I guess I'll listen to what he has to say. "I can't stay long. My mother's waiting up and I have to get here early tomorrow." He puffs out smoke. His face has changed remarkably. His jaw is more pronounced and his cheeks are sunken. The dark circles under his eyes are accentuating their color. "I've already been to your house. I guaranteed your mother that I'd take care of you, so I'm guessing she's asleep by now. She told me a bit about how things are going since Aaron was put in jail." I grit my teeth. "I don't see how this is any of your business." Despite my sharp tone, he's as calm as ever. "You don't have to be on the defense around me, Amelia. I'm practically family." "Really? You weren't here when Aaron got arrested, and you didn't help pay for the lawyers. My mother had to put a mortgage on the house. Where were you then? You left and didn't come back. You just send a stupid postcard to your own mother once a year." I don't know why his presence is upsetting to me. I used to look up to him once, but that was long ago. He was different then. He smiled a lot and was supportive. I even had a small crush on him, well, not so small. I was in love with him, but that was ages ago. He crushes the butt of his cigarette on the ashtray and immediately lights another one. "What if I told you I could take care of everything? Would that interest you?" I stare at him. "Stop joking around, Devon. Just finish your drink and leave. I have to close up." "I could get Aaron out of jail, too." A chill settles deep in my bones. He looks at me the whole time, this man who looks familiar, like the old Devon but doesn't sound like him at all. It takes some time for his words to sink in. "How would you do that?" "There's something I want you to do for me. It's dangerous, but I think you can handle it. All you have to do is say yes and this will all be taken care of." "What job?" These words are leaving my mouth but not sinking in. I feel hollow and numb. I haven't slept in 22 hours and here comes this man, offering me the solution to all my problems. Am I dreaming? The smell of his cigarette assures me that this is very much real. "I can't give you any specific details but you need to get a name. Just a name. I'll give you a new identity and you'll be working in another bar, much like this one but fancier, so you'll be comfortable. You're the perfect candidate, and I wouldn't give you the job if I weren't sure you'd be capable of getting it done." "How can you be so sure of anything?" I ask. "You haven't seen me in years, Devon. You don't know who I am anymore." "Sure I do. You have the kind of essence that never changes, Amelia. You're perfect for the job. I won't tell you details because I don't want to scare you. But I'll tell you this: if you give me that name, I'll set Aaron free." "What, you're a cop?" "I have connections." I can tell he's being sincere. Devon has always been very honest, so I don't think he's lying to me. There's not much to think about. This is the deal of a lifetime for me. Getting our debts paid and getting Aaron out of jail? That's a dream come true. And maybe after I get this job done, I can finally go to college. I didn't go because I had to work to keep the roof over our heads and food on our table. Mom's too tired to work now, but she sews sometimes. After this, we can go back to having normal lives. All of us. There's no way I'll say no. "How dangerous?" He taps at a brown envelope. I didn't even see it there. "You'll have a new identity so those guys don't come after your mother." He slides it to me. I open it and I see a new ID card, a new passport, even a new birth certificate. They all look original. The name on all of them is Yara Huxley. "Get used to getting called that. That's who you'll become as soon as you get there." I shove everything back in the envelope. "When do I leave?" His lips twitch a little. "So you're doing this?" "Of course. Just tell me what I have to do." "There's one of our men there; his name is Jason Huxley, but of course that isn't his real name. He told me they've been in need of a bartender in one of their LA clubs. He'll tell them you're his cousin, so they'll take you in." Los Angeles? I can't help but feel excitement course through my veins. I've never been out of town before. I can't believe I'm going to LA. "Who's 'they'?" "The Keller family. They're a crime family associated with a government official, and we need to find out who he is. Your one job is to find out his name." He takes a sip of his drink. "Then, you'll be able to return to your normal life, as Amelia again." The word crime makes me uneasy. "Crime family? As in Mafia?" "I won't lie to you, they're dangerous. But I don't want to give you specifics, remember?" He drains his glass and I refill it. He drinks quickly. "As long as you keep to yourself and try not to stand out too much, you'll be safe." "I'll try," I nod. I'll just have to trust him. I have to do this. "I'll get you that name." "I trust you. Now, close up, I'll drive you home. You won't have to come back to this bar ever again, so don't worry about having to wake up early." I turn all the lights off after I've packed his glass away. I look back at the bar one last time before I lock up. I'll still have to wake up early to give Donnie the keys, but I don't tell him this. I don't know when he expects me to leave, but I'm assuming it'll be soon. I turn around and he's standing by his car, watching me the entire time. He's driving a rental. I shove the keys in my bag. "Did you say your goodbyes?" I feel embarrassed, though I don't know why. I'm not typically the sentimental type, but saying goodbye always gets me a little emotional. I hate goodbyes. "Let's just go." He smiles for the first time tonight. "Look on the bright side. You'll still be working at a bar, only one that won't smell like piss and shit. That," he points at me with his key, "I guarantee you."Devon makes me take the bus.He said catching a flight would imply that I'm not as broke as I'm supposed to be. Well, technically I am broke, but since he's the one taking care of everything, he decides what's best and I don't argue with him. Up until now, I haven't regretted my decision. I'm not even sure this has gotten through my skull yet. I don't even know what I'll do when I get there. He told me to be myself but how can I be Amelia and Yara at the same time? I'll figure it out eventually. I have to.Saying goodbye to my mother was harsh. I told her Devon had a job for me and that it would pay well. Devon says I'll get the job done in a month at most, but I asked him to send my mother some money by the end of the month if I'm not done by then. My salary supports us, without it we can't survive. They'll pay me at this new bar I'll be working at, but we don't know how much yet.I'm not allowed to call home or anywhere Amelia would call. Mom had a hard time understanding all this,
We drive by the city and I can't keep my eyes to myself. Everything is so bright and vivid and everyone here looks different somehow. It's like I'm in a completely different planet, let alone country. Even the way everyone talks is different."Now look, Yara, where we're going is different from anyplace you've ever been. I don't want you to be shocked when you get there, so I'm telling you now. If you see anyone fucking someone else in a corner or whatever, don't stare. Just walk the fuck away. That's considered normal. The boss doesn't mind. And that's what you'll call him, by the way. To Devon, he's a criminal. Here, he's boss. Got it?"I nod. "Who's he?""Damien Fucking Keller.""He runs the Keller family?" That's all Devon told me. I never heard anyone's name specifically. Jason nods, "Yeah, that's him. Now, it's unlikely he'll ever get involved with you, or even his cousin Ethan, but maybe one of the guys will be interested. You take the opportunity, but don't ask anything. The
Damien Keller drains his glass.It was a long fucking night. He opens the bottle of scotch and pours himself another drink. He lights a cigar, too, because despite the shitty meeting, today was a successful day. His negotiations went as planned and he couldn't ask for more. Now, he'll have twice the alcohol coming in and even more men on his side. He feels invincible. As if the entire world revolves around his existence, which is exactly as it should be. Theodora enters his office groaning. She takes off her heels and sinks on the sofa before him. "I'm never partying with that man, Damien. It's just not going to happen. Don't ever ask me for those kind of favors again."He blows out smoke. "Theo, stop complaining. They fucking signed the paper. It's all set. You should be celebrating.""Yeah, whatever. What're you drinking?""Scotch."She scoffs. "Pussy. Where's the vodka?"He leans back in his chair and stares at the ceiling. He's ecstatic. He didn't think he could be this content.
Someone taps my arm.It takes me a good five seconds to open my eyes, and a bit longer to figure out where I am. I see a flash of bright red, then bright blue. Another tap.Jason shakes his head. "You can't be such a heavy sleeper around here. You never know when someone will creep in and point a gun at you."I rub my eyes. "What good will waking up do then?"He really thinks about this. He scratches his beard. "At least you'll look the killer in the eye, you know? You'll know why and who. Everyone deserves to know why they're getting whacked, and by whom." He sighs wistfully. "Devon wired some money for your wardrobe. I can't go shopping with you, I've got more important shit to do. Just take a cab downtown and you'll find the stores. Get here by 11:30, because you have a meeting with Keller at 12:00."This news makes me sit upright. "Which Keller?""The boss, Yara. Ethan talked shit about you, so before you sign the employment contract, you'll have a week to prove yourself. Like a t
My hands are sweating. I wasn't expecting to see him just sitting there. What can I do now, especially after his warning earlier?I stay rooted to the spot, not sure of what to do. Well, I do know, but I can't will myself to move forward. He's sitting there with a tumbler in front of him, smoking a cigarette. If I don't move now, I'll be a minute later than I already am, and that will be worse for my case.I start walking, one foot in front of the other, and he looks back as if sensing my presence. I can tell by his expression that he's not at all content. He's eyeing me distastefully. Of course he knows I'm late. He was probably expecting this, and I didn't let him down. Now, he has the perfect excuse to fire me. I'm torn between walking over to him and apologizing or just going straight to the bar and finding something to do. I go with the latter. I don't plan on making things worse for myself.I can feel his eyes on me as I go about wiping counters and cleaning shot glasses. None o
When the general leaves, Damien breathes a lot easier.He despises the man, and he rarely truly despised anyone. He no longer sees the point in maintaining their alliance, but getting rid of him will be costly and problematic. He is currently the only one on his side and even though Damien no longer needs him, killing him will be bad for business. Everyone will hunt him down like game and tear apart everything he owns. He isn't willing to lose everything he spent a lifetime and a half building. No, the general isn't that important.He loosens his tie and lights a cigarette. He smokes it quickly, then lights another. This long, senseless meeting isn't the only issue bothering him and he knows it. As much as he tries to ignore it, it keeps swimming to the surface.The men he sent to the station still did not return or send a message. Rhett's arrest was unexpected. Normally, his men aren't taken into custody. For something like this to happen out of the blue makes very little sense. He t
I wake up with a start. I had a terrible dream. Being chased in the dark by a raving lunatic with a machete. I haven't had a bad dream in so long. The sun's in my face, I must've slept with the curtains open. I get to my feet and shower. I dress in a baby blue dress and golden sandals. I have nowhere to go today, and I haven't heard from Jason.He didn't sleep in, he didn't leave a text. I want to shrug it off as paranoia, but I'm concerned. I only met him a few days ago, but he doesn't seem like this kind of person. Maybe he's just busy, but something feels off.I think of the last time I saw him. He had to leave urgently. Where'd he go? Everyone was so agitated. He did send me the text with the address of the club later, though. So maybe he just had a long night.I'm straightening my hair when the door bell rings. I get to my feet. It must be Jason, that's what I think initially. Then, I stop in my tracks. Why would he ring the doorbell? This is his apartment. I'm the guest, not him
I didn't even realize I fell asleep.The apartment is completely dark. I stub my toe on the corner of the bed and let out a frustrated sigh. My toe starts throbbing, but I don't have any time to waste. I check the time and I gasp aloud. I'm late. Again. This can't be happening.I'm not necessarily late, but I will be in thirty minutes. I grab my bag and navigate through the dark. I lock the apartment, fly down the staircase and run out of the building. I manage to find an empty cab. The driver turns to me and asks, "Where to?"I still haven't memorized the address, so I show I'm Jason's text message. "Can you get there in twenty minutes?"He whistles. "Don't think so, lady."I open my purse and retrieve a fresh bill. "Can you do it for a hundred?"He snatches it from me. "I guess we'll see."The entire time I'm clutching my bag until my knuckles turn white. Devon's right. I can't let Jason's death ruin my plans. As sad as I am that he lost his life, it could've easily been me. I need