—✞ ; closed starter for @undcrstands ; sophia .
information. who the irish were. who may be involved with them. where any of them hidden within the walls of this very hotel. it was about the only useful thing that seemed to be on anyone’s mind after the show of strength at pauly’s memorial. to him, at least, it seemed as if they’d reared their ugly heads out of nowhere. but an act like that couldn’t be achieved by a small group.
there was more to the story.
there had to be for two of their own to be dead and one that barely made it out alive.
it always left an unsavoury taste in his mouth, at least when sophia was concerned, asking for information. she was only here in the first place because his father had demanded repayment of her husband’s debts. but so far, the woman had managed to extract useful information from men at their weakest moment when prompted or simply on her own volition. who knew what might be lurking in memories deemed unimportant.
a glass was gently placed in front of her as a smile pulled across his lips, “ cara, how are you after the chaos that turned out to be pauly’s memorial? not too shaken i hope. ”
after spending a little time at the bar, sophie had found herself a quiet, out of the way spot to sit and watch. occasionally a regular would wander by, offer her a brief smile, and then keep moving with their wives or playthings on their arms. people were staying in their rooms that evening. but that meant a break for her.
she didn’t have many of those.
by the time luciano appeared before her with an offering of wine and that smile he always wore when he was about to ask her for a favor, she’d curled up against the back of the couch and leaned to the side so she could stare out the window into the night. it was quiet; she’d never seen las vegas so quiet.
but she was polite and a good employee and when he took a seat across from her she sat upright, smoothed out her skirt, and folded her hands neatly in her lap. “i’m alright,” she answered him. “i think you’re in the worse position between the two of us. i should be asking after you. are you well? i take it there’s something i can do to help since you sought me out.” she gave him a meaningful look, but her smile was still kind. he was respectful towards her and there had been several instances in the past where he’d stood up for her against clients who were getting too rough or refused to pay. she knew who was watching her back around here. “thank you for the wine, by the way.”
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