AngelsWake had been under the protection of the Moretti family, for close to five decades. Initially, the bar was formed as a sort of cover up for smuggled guns and ammo. But as time progressed, money had started to flow in from it's sales, which made it earn it's keep.
During that course of time, the Rossi family which used to be a feared clan, lost it's head and ended up being eaten by the Moretti family. As a sort of penance, the head of the family, transferred ownership of AngelsWake to the Rossi family.
Hence, the bar was the single property which was fully under the Rossi family's control. And ownership was decided purely on merit.
"How much longer are you going to sleep for?" Seb asked, lazily rolling up the window blinds, allowing sunlight to enter the room.
Lucia, who was currently sprawled out on his bed, still in her own clothes merely groaned in her sleep.
Seb rested both his hands on his hips and watched as the woman shamelessly caged his favorite pillow in between her legs and allowed drool to stain his dark blue sheets.
'She's getting too comfortable in my bed.' he thought to himself, as he made an attempt to tap her till she woke up.
Just as he crouched down to do so, his ears picked up on the sound of the bell on his front door ring, followed by the organised sound of footsteps that infiltrated the bar.
"I'll deal with you later." He hissed under his breath, then casually pulled out a gun from underneath his bed and loaded it.
"Don't come downstairs if you don't want to die early." Was the last thing he said before harshly slamming the door to his bedroom shut. Making sure to be loud enough to wake the sleeping woman he had picked up.
Only moments after his footsteps which were descending the stairs couldn't be heard, Lucia opened her eyes and sat up straight.
"Shit." She cursed, and placed her left hand on her chest as the woman tried to regain her senses.
"Of all the men...of all the frickin bars!" Flashes of last night's uneventful encounter flooded her mind, while she scurried around the room for her belongings.
"Was that a real gun?" She thought while checking under the sheets, possibly searching for her phone to call for help.
It was only after a gruelling search which lasted for a while, that the realisation hit her hard. Realisation that her stuff would must definitely be in his possession, and she couldn't leave without going downstairs.
Defeated, Lucia sat back down and decided to wait for him to return and tell her just what it was he had in mind to do with her.
'I know we didn't have sex, and my clothes are still on my back. But he certainly has a secret agenda behind keeping me here.' she sat on the bed, hugging her knees while her eyes darted across the room.
'It seems normal, but he pulled out a gun from under his bed, so it wouldn't be far fetched to think he has more convenient hiding spots.'
The room was slightly cramped, it had a large bed that ate up most of the room space. On each of his wall, were posters of different motorcycle models, and on his shelf were books, all related to motorcycle racing.
Her nose picked up on the strange mix of cocktail and machine oil, that filled the room right from the moment he brought her semi conscious self into it.
"Just what the fuck could he want with me?" She voiced out, curling her fingers into a nervous knot.
*Downstairs*
Seb knew that there was no use for the gun he pulled out, because there were only a few select of people who knew about his ownership of AngelsWake.
And a smaller number of people who actually knew the passcode to his bar. The gun he held was merely a precautionary measure he reflexively took.
His suspicions dissolved, the moment his blue eyes landed on a man with wavy brown, neck length hair, with a three day stubble beard, staring animatedly at his reflection through a wine bottle.
"I like this bottle, it shows how manly my beard is." The uninvited guest said, without sparing a glance at Seb who had a gun tightly gripped around his fingers.
Seb shoved the gun into his pants, then yanked the bottle out of his guest's light grip, a pissed expression drawn across his weary face.
"It's too early for you to be awake, is there a woman up there with you?" His guest asked raising a brow at the feminine perfume he picked up from Seb's shirt.
"Why are you here Elio?" Seb retorted sharply, wasting no time to skip past the small talk and have him leave. With Lucia sleeping upstairs, he didn't want to take any chances.
The man addressed as Elio, stared plainly at Sebastiano whose rough bun was slowly coming loose, and a faint pink lipstick stain hung on his right arm.
"While you were busy having sex, something happened, the boss wants all of us to conduct a rescue mission." Elio told him, staring at black handgloves he had on.
Seb furrowed his brows at the news, then out of habit poured a glass for Elio and slid it across to him.
"All six of us?" He echoed in a worried tone, "who is the suspect?" He asked resting both his palms on the glass surface.
Elio took a sip from the wine then relaxed his shoulders, "boss is certain it's Ciro. He's the only one who'd use underhanded methods on a fly."
"Tch. I shouldn't have let that piece of shit take another step after he shot at the boss, he's taking too much advantage of the Don's absence." Seb spat out, in a sour tone.
"Boss tried calling you last night, but your phone was out of reach. I had to make this little trip here, only to find out you were under the sheets the whole night."
Seb didn't fancy the idea of sleeping with the woman from the hospital, but he didn't think it necessary to clear his name.
"Seb, it's the first time I've seen boss's eyes like that, I don't think Ciro is going to make it out alive." Elio explained, filling him in on the gravity of the situation.
"Knowing him, he doesn't have the balls to make such a bold move, he's riding on Don Renato's tailcoat." He ran his fingers through his hair, pissed off that he wasn't with Vitto when she needed him.
"But all six of us? Just who the hell did that bastard take?" Sebastiano interrogated, only now realizing how important this hostage must be to Vitto, for her to employ all six of them on a single rescue mission.
"Can't you guess?" He finished the wine in his glass and slammed it hard against the surface.
"The surgeon, Leonardo Ferrari." Elio brashly told him with a dead serious look in his eyes.
Without anything being said, it was clear that both men were thinking the exact same thing.
No matter what the final outcome would be, Ciro was going to have to die tonight.