Macy:
I pulled into the parking spot two towns over at what would look like an ordinary Italian restaurant to the average eye. Even with the smell of the food wafting around this place, I knew it was only a cover for what happened here.
"Hello, and welcome to—" The face of the owner fell flat at my smiling face.
"Scooter." He rumbled. I take pride in being a menace to society, but messing with Angelo is a tradition I have kept alive since Theo's death.
"Angelo." I grinned as he pointed toward my usual table.
"You want the usual, kid?" He was already fed up with my visit.
"You know it." I chimed while taking my booth.
"Who's the posse?" Angelo pointed at the guys.
"Don't concern yourself with my friends, Angelo. Get us our order, and then we can chat. In fact, I think you should
