Nikolai POV.
When I got closer to her, I could see her looking around, she was looking around, her left foot was tapping up and down, she didn’t look very comfortable, maybe this is a trap after all, I walked toward her, keeping my poker face on. She gave me a smile, not a real one, not a business one either, she looked like she just saw a ghost, maybe she did, with how crazy she is, I don’t doubt that, she could have done just that.
“Devil” I say taking a seat in front of her, she tries to make the smile real, but I could easily tell she’s lying.
“Nikolai, what a joy” she says, the words not reaching her eyes, under the fear of her being bugged, I decided to be extremely careful talking with her now.
“What would you like to drink?” I ask her to stay under the disguise of us having a date, a date with the Devil, I’m sure the police would enjoy making up stories of me being with her right now.
“Wine please,” she says, I call our waiter, and ask for two glasses of wine, wine wouldn’t do much to me, it was good enough for this occasion. After our drinks came, we ordered some food and looked at each other, I’m not really happy about this date, Devil was off, she was acting all weird, she was worried, I could tell from her looks all over the place.
I didn’t start the talk, and I didn’t ask her about the pure bloods, if she’s bugged, I want her to do the talking, if not today, all we’ll have is just a dinner together.
“They are hard to find” she says, I nod my head, she’s right, they are extremely hard to find, we’ve tried but couldn’t do it.
“They are a myth” she says making me look at her like she’s crazy, they can’t be a myth, well us not being able to find them is a sign, but a myth wouldn’t send a spy into his family.
“A myth?” I say after her.
“Yes a myth, a story in the old days. When the Italians first immigrated over here, only people who are fully Italian were allowed inside the family, inside the job, even being Italian on side…one side only” she says again meaning me, my other half is Russian, a forbidden love.
“And who is the leader of these pure bloods?” I ask have no idea who that could be, everyone who’s into the family, is part of my family, and I’m their leader, but who else is trying to claim his authority over mines.
“No one I could find, they are a myth I’m telling you, I tried, I had to dig real deep to find them to begin with” she says, well it does make sense, they are a myth to everyone.
“That would be all thank you Devil” I say, calling the waiter for the check, although she said she’s buying, I was quicker to pay for the money for our dinner, I smiled at her one last time getting ready to leave.
“Don’t call me again Nikolai” she says making me stop in my place.
“I’m sorry?” I reply she’s the one I hire when in need, she must have been caught by the police or maybe something else.
“Nikolai, I can not work with you anymore, please do cut all ties with me” she says, her words were final, but the look on her face, even while keeping her poker face, I could tell she was not okay. But it’s also not my business, I can’t worry about her, I can’t try and take care of her, she hasn’t asked for my help, and I can’t provide her any by forced.
“As you wish” I say finally leaving the restaurant, I had something to think about, the pure blood, someone who got a hate for me not being fully Italian, someone who hates me. But to get more information about them, I need someone who’s older, someone who could tell me some more information about who they are.
Although I’d like to say Marco would be helpful he’s not that old, he’d kick my bum for even suggesting that the best choice here is to call someone else. I left the restaurant and got back in my car, the person I wanted to meet, he won’t answer my phone calls, he didn’t answer phone calls at all, he’s bigger than just answering his phone.
I drove toward a more remotely private area, he wanted to get away from everyone, but I still found ways to get over to his house and annoy him. I drove toward his mansion and started to ring the bell, this would take some time, I kept ringing and ringing again, and again until someone answered through the intercom.
“What do you?” a cold voice answered in Italian, of course, he expected anyone who came over to his place to know Italian.
“It’s me old man” I answered him, I heard him say a few bad words about me, about my mother, my whole family, but then he finally let me in. I shake my head and drive in, it’s just how the old man is, he’ll always mumble words to himself about you, your family, and anyone who would dare to annoy him.
I drive inside, park my car outside and get inside, the house door was open, no need to lock it, no one would come in willingly, not unless they have a death wish or maybe need of information, the thing I need right now. Walking in I called to him but he’s not even answering me, great, I keep walking in, until I found him sitting in his living room, drinking a beer.
“Hey pop” I say getting myself a beer too, sitting next to him putting my legs on his coffee table, making the old bat stream some words about me being raised by wolves.
“No I was raised by you” I answer him with a smile, making him grumble another streak of words about me.
“What do you want?” he asks me getting straight to the point.
“Can’t I just come here to say hi?” I lie, I never come on social call, not over here.
“Speak, what do you want? My soap opera is about to start” he says in a cold voice, social time is over, it’s time to ask my real questions.
“What do you know about pure bloods?” I ask him in English this time, done with playing games with him.
“I know nothing” he answer me taking a big gulp of his drink, I didn’t believe him, he knew something, his posture was all wrong.
“Pop, I know you know something” I answer him, I know he knows something, but getting that old bat to talk is hard.
“I got nothing, now screw off” he says between gritted teeth, but this was just my cue that there’s something more, much more he’s hiding from me.
“It’s bad, I need to know pop,” I say but he just ignores me, great, the silent treatment is my favourite.
“They got inside my lines, they screwed my assignments, pop if you’re the only person who could help” I say but still nothing.
“Come on old man! For good all times!” I say making him grumble, yeah he doesn’t like being called old, although he is an old man.
“I know nothing, they are a myth,” he says this time.
“They are real! They are back, I need some information, don’t send me there blindsided” I tell him.
“They were the old people, back in my day, you’d be killed, never allowed to be in or be the boss, most of them are dead” he says, most of them.
“Someone is left, someone is trying to ruin my job, next they’d go for my head,” I say, the old bat might act all tough, but he loves me, his only grandson.
“I’ll look into it” he says finally, some help.
“I know you would” I answer him before leaving his place back to my house.