Aiden

Jazz music played softly in the dimly lit, empty bar as I sat at the counter, taking the last gulp of my whiskey. The bartender leaned in, her cleavage exposed as she refilled my glass.

"Looks like the Don forgot his sexy date," she said, giving me a sly smile.

I sighed, my eyes briefly flicking to her chest before reaching for my glass. She leaned in closer. "We could do something else while you wait," she murmured, biting her lip.

I glanced up at her, unimpressed as I repeated, ...