Jack

As the sun is slowly sinking into the horizon he stands with a cigarette in hand. The city bustling with people no one noticed that there is six black bmws lined back to back. He takes a puff the cigarette lighting up his handsome face. His hair slowly slides down covering his eyes. His busted knuckles are a large contrast to his fine Italian suit.If people looked they looked away from him. He pushes off the wall and starts walking into the restaurant. Jack flicks his cigarette before he steps in. The men stood outside opened the door for him. He nods his head as in thank you.His boss is inside talking business. The restaurant is empty as the boss reserved the whole place for this venture. He walks to the bar he leans against it. He taps the counter to get the bartenders attention. Dont let your eyes wonder too much. The bartender nods sorry sir. Good , he turns around to watch his boss. Whiskey on the rocks, he is second in command the right hand man to the boss. His job is simple make things run...smoothly. The bartender places his drink down on a napkin. Making a soft click onto the counter. Jack reaches back and grabs his drink. He takes a swing , his eyes wondered through the crowd of body guards and thugs. His eyes stop on a single figure. He straightens up and places his glass down with a loud click. Jack walks his shoes click on the fine wood floor. The restaurant lights are dim and soft music plays on the speakers. The waitress rush to bring drinks to two head men who are staring at each other. The air is tense and cold. If anyone moves their lives would have ended. He reaches his boss and whispers. Who is the girl? Jacks voice deep and a Italian heavy accent. His boss brings his drink to his lips. The other man is sweating thinking the worst. His boss chuckles Vincenzo the girl? Who is she hmm? The other boss Vincenzo calms , she is just a girl. Vincenzo is clearly uncomfortable. Jack raises his brow as he watches.The girl stands not liking the looks .