Time Skip 4 weeks...

Well, this sucks. So far since I got the grimoire, I've been able to summon four demons in the past four weeks and nothing really has changed in my life. Well, Martin did come back one time and his arm had grown back to the wrist. He told me that he lost his pinkie in a poker game and he's hoping it'll grow back. The bar has been really busy lately though. It seems the Mob has been doing more deals and they have become more dangerous. Last time they were here they shot two guys because they didn't have the money they needed. I'm worried that there'll be a shootout with me in the middle of it.

"Yo Chaos, get your head outta the clouds. We got customers after all," Jacob said snapping me from my reverie.
"Yes, Boss. Sorry I've been out of it the last couple of days." I replied. Suddenly the doors burst open as I was passing a drink to someone at the bar. In strode four guys in sleazy suits and hats. Two of them each had a suitcase, while the other two sits down on the same side of one of our bigger tables. They seemed different from the typical members of the mob who come in here. I went over to their table to get them something to drink.

"So fellas, what'll it be today?"

"We'll have some Johnny Walker. Bring the bottle and leave it." one of the two at the table replied with a New York-style accent with a hint of Italian. Shit.

"Red or Black?" I asked politely.
"We prefer the Red," he stated as I went behind the bar searching for the bottle he mentioned. Finding it, I grabbed two scotch glasses and brought everything to the table as my anxiety steadily increased.

"So what business do you have here today?" I asked smiling even though I was expecting something to happen that would have me diving behind the bar for something I hid there. For special occasions, of course.

We decided to have a drink while visiting for work of course. After all, it's a rather nice pub," he said while grinning with twinkling in his eyes. Of course, he would call it a pub, most people call it that or a bar, but the way he said it meant that he knew where he was. In one of the places that the Irish Chicago Mob did business. Even though it meant that they were on business terms, it still meant there might be bloodshed.

As I walked back to the bar, the door opened again revealing four people in tank tops and jeans, also sporting tough ass work boots. They made their way over to the table with the Mafia at it, just like the others, two sat down on the same side. I quickly brought over two more glasses for the Irishmen, which rewarded me with a twenty for my services. Pocketing the money, I made it behind the bar and bent down below the top making sure I was prepared for the worst.

"Nice ta see you again Alberto, did you bring the money for our transaction?" one of the two Irishmen asked in his thick brogue.

"Yes. Do you have the item we requested?" one of the other two replied. I'm guessing he's Alberto.

"Yeah, but we decided we don't need the money. So instead we want you to get us something." The man who spoke was named Wally.

That wasn't our deal." Alberto's friend hissed.

"Deal's changed, either get us our object or no file," Wally stated.

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I was hoping it would have gone smoother. They agreed and left. I cleaned up the table and went back behind the bar to replace the bottle of scotch.

"I'll have the Angel's Kiss," hearing the voice behind me, I spun around.

"Greetings stranger," I replied with a grin. Before me stood a man of 21 wearing a dark red leather jacket with missing sleeves from the elbow down. He also wore a white t-shirt underneath, wearing riding pants and boots. He has somewhat spiky hair with a red streak, bright red eyes, and a light tan complexion. "Hey, Shads! Where've ya been? Wasn't expecting you till the weekend, so what happened?" I asked with surprise and then curiosity.

What makes you think something happened?" Shadow said with nervousness. I raised my eyebrow in scepticism. "Okay, so maybe something is wrong. I got a job working as a truck driver delivering stuff around town. The thing is, the company I was working for happened to be run by the Mob. After I found about the 'Management', I decided to hightail it out of there and get a different job."

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"And when that didn't work you ran to me for help," I said summing up. "It could be worse ya know. You got away quick, so they didn't have time to talk about it. How's Maria doing anyway, I heard she was in town?" at the question he visibly deflated.

"Chaos, they have her," he said downcast. "They have her because I left ... now she is gonna die all because of me." he looked like he was about to cry and he never cries.

"They will not take her from you, I will make sure of that." I got up from my place behind the bar heading to my truck.

"How do you know?" he questioned, following close behind. "Because I will make them pay." And I knew just the right way to go about it. I just hope it's the right way.