Last night, Aiden found himself back in the club for reasons he couldn't quite explain when he noticed a gigolo holding a familiar photo.
Intrigued, he approached the gigolo. "Hey, want a drink? It's on me," he offered, knowing that such workers were easy targets.
As expected, the gigolo agreed at the mention of a free drink. "Sure."
Aiden ordered drinks for both of them, and after a few glasses, he inquired about the gigolo's business.
"How's business these days?" Aiden asked.
The gigolo took another sip, grateful for the free drinks.
"With Salvadore's men lurking around, we have to be cautious. You can't just accept a deal without thorough investigation, or Salvadore's men will come after you. I wish I knew who Salvadore really is."
Aiden internally scoffed and downed another glass of liquor. Salvador had done a good job of concealing his identity, but even his own men were starting to question him.
