Entangled With The Mafia

Chapter 2: Amelia

Amelia

I finish cleaning the last table.

Donnie left an hour ago, and left me the keys to the bar. That means I'll have to wake up early to open up for the cook. It's one in the morning now, so by the time I get home, I'll have around four hours to sleep.

Mom's probably up waiting for me. She never sleeps before I get home even though I already told her not to worry about me. I can take care of myself. But nothing has been the same since Aaron got arrested. She's more paranoid and restless, she calls me every two hours to make sure I'm safe. I don't blame her. His arrest came as a shock to everyone.

I wash my hands in the kitchen and hang my apron. I'm so exhausted I could drop to the floor. My limbs are shaking. I had to scrub and clean the entire bar on my own because Sandy called in sick today. I know for a fact that she wasn't sick. She just wanted to get out of cleaning.

I'm turning the kitchen lights off when I hear someone come in. "We're closed," I say firmly without turning around. This happens usually, people wanting a few drinks in the middle of the night. There's no way I'm letting anyone stay. I have to get home.

"Even for a friend?" The voice sounds familiar and when I whirl around, there's a man sitting on one of the stools. He looks vaguely familiar.

"You're not a friend."

He reaches into his pocket and takes out a pack of cigarettes. He lights one. "Surely I haven't changed that much. You still look the same."

I frown. "How do you know me?" Then it hits me. His hair used to be in a ponytail, not this slicked back hairstyle. And he didn't have any tattoos back then. He's bulkier and somehow taller. "Devon?"

"Nice to see you too, Amelia."

"You look different. I didn't recognize you. You could've just told me who you are."

"I was hoping you'd remember."

"I was eleven when you left. How could I remember?" I approach him and the stench of his cigarette tickles my nostrils. "Your mother's dying to see you."

"I've already seen her. It's you I want to talk to."

"Why?" I don't know what Devon could possibly want from me. He used to be Aaron's best friend so he was always around the house. But that stopped when they were around 16. And after Devon left, I didn't see him at all. Now he's here wanting to talk to me.

He shrugs. "Can I get a drink first?"

Despite the fact that it's closing time, I pour him a glass of scotch. And I get him an ashtray because he's messing up what I've already cleaned. I'm midly annoyed at his unexpected visit, especially at this time, but I guess I'll listen to what he has to say. "I can't stay long. My mother's waiting up and I have to get here early."

He puffs out smoke. His face has changed remarkably. His jaw is more pronounced and his cheeks are sunken. The dark circles under his eyes are accentuating the light brown of his eyes. "I've already been to your house. I guaranteed your mother that I'd take care of you, so I'm guessing she's asleep by now. She told me a bit about how things are going since Aaron was put in jail."

I grit my teeth. "I don't see how this is any of your business."

Despite my sharp tone, he's as calm as ever. "You don't have to be on the defense around me, Amelia. I'm practically family."

"Really? You weren't here when Aaron got arrested, and you didn't help pay for the lawyers. My mother had to put a mortgage on the house. Where were you then? You left and didn't come back. You just send a stupid postcard to your own mother once a year." I don't know why his presence is upsetting to me. I used to look up to him once, but that was long ago. He was different then. He smiled a lot and was supportive. I even had a small crush on him, well, not so small. I was in love with him, but that was ages ago.

He crushed his cigarette on the ashtray and immediately lit another one. "What if told you I could take care of everything? Would that interest you?"

I stare at him. "Stop joking around, Devon. Just finish your drink and leave. I have to close up."

"I could get Aaron out of jail, too."

A chill settles deep in my bones. He looks at me the whole time, this man who looks familiar, like the old Devon but doesn't sound like him at all. It takes some time for his words to sink in. "How would you do that?"

"There's something I want you to do for me. It's dangerous, but I think you can handle it. All you have to do is say yes and this will all be taken care of."

"What job?" These words are leaving my mouth but not sinking in. I feel hollow and numb. I haven't slept in 22 hours and here comes this man offering me the solution to all my problems. Am I dreaming? This is all so surreal.

The smell of his cigarette assures me that this is very much real. "I can't give you any specific details, but you need to get a name. Just a name. I'll give you a new identity and you'll be working in another bar, much like this one but fancier, so you'll be comfortable. You're the perfect candidate, and I wouldn't give you the job if I weren't sure you'd be capable of getting it done."

"How can you be so sure of anything?" I ask. "You haven't seen me in years, Devon. You don't know who I am anymore."

"Sure I do. You have the kind of essence that never changes, Amelia. You're perfect for the job. I won't tell you details because I don't want to scare you. But I'll tell you this: if you give me that name, I'll set Aaron free."

"What, you're a cop?"

"I have connections."

I can tell he's being sincere. Devon has always been very honest, so I don't think he's lying to me. There's not much to think about. This is the deal of a lifetime for me. Getting our debts paid and getting Aaron out of jail? That's a dream come true. And maybe after I get this job done, I can finally go to college. I didn't go because I had to work to keep the roof over our heads and food on our table. Mom's too old to work now, but she sews sometimes. After this, we can go back to having normal lives. All of us. There's so way I'll say no. "How dangerous?"

He taps at a brown envelope. I didn't even see it there. "You'll have a new identity so those guys don't come after your family." He slides it to me. I open it and I see a new ID card, a new passport, even a new birth certificate. They all look original. The name on all of them is Yara Huxley.

"Get used to getting called that. That's who you'll become as soon as you get there."

I shove everything back in the envelope. "When do I leave?"

His lips twitch a little. "So you're doing this?"

"Of course. Just tell me what I have to do."

"There's one of our men there, his names Jason Huxley, but of course that isn't his real name. He told me they've been in need of a bartender in one of their LA clubs. He'll tell them you're his cousin, so they'll take you in."

"Who's they?"

"The Keller family. They're a crime family. They're associated with a government official, and we need to find out who he is. Your one job is to find out who his name." He takes a sip of his drink. "Then you'll be able to return to your normal life, as Amelia again."

The word crime makes me uneasy. "So that's what you mean by dangerous? They're criminals?"

"I won't lie to you, they're dangerous." He drains his glass and I refill it. "As long as you keep to yourself and try not to stand out too much, you'll be safe."

"I'll try," I nod. "I'll get you that name."

"I trust you. Now close up, I'll drive you home. You won't have to come back to this bar ever again, so don't worry about having to wake up early." I turn all the lights off after I've packed his glass away. I look back at the room one last time before I lock up. I'll still have to wake up early to give Donnie the keys, but I don't tell him this. I don't know when he expects me to leave, but I'm assuming it'll be soon.

I turn around and he's standing by his car, watching me the entire time. He's driving a rental. I shove the keys in my bag. "Did you say your goodbyes?"

I feel embarrassed, though I don't know why. I'm not typically the sentimental type, but saying goodbye always gets me a little emotional. I hate goodbyes. "Let's just go."

He smiles for the first time tonight. "Look on the bright side. You'll still be working at a bar, only this one won't smell like piss and s**t. That," he points at me with his key. "I guarantee you."