The Club is a red building, 4 miles outside Seattle’s CBD. It was a corner Cul-de-sac building. I look at Aliyana to see if she has any reaction to the place, but I can’t tell. Her face is blank. I knew every time Salvatore was around she’d practice her blank stare. It was cute at times just not now.
It’s past one, and I don’t see Aliyana even flinch when she looks at her phone. Whoever she was meeting for lunch must not have been important. Or maybe that is what she wanted us to think.
“Who are we meeting here? This place is known to have the most notorious g**g leaders around. Are we going to start a bar fight?” She asks and Killer slips on his glasses walking to the Strip Club, ignoring Aliyana.
She moves to rush after him, but I grab her by the elbow.
Her hair brushes my face as sh
