With the back of his hand, Demos swept back a curtain to take in the scenery. The hotel gave a wide view of the surrounding forest, with the border of a golf course peeking in from the east. Though seemingly enveloped in nature, the casino had been placed strategically close to a major highway. They did, after all, need customers.<\/p>\n
\u201cNot bad,\u201d he said, his lips shifting to a light smile.<\/p>\n
\u201cAre you just looking at your reflection?\u201d Ferris asked from his seat on one of the beds.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo,\u201d Demos lied, letting the curtain fall back into place. \u201cI\u2019m talking about the room. Though they could<\/i> have given us the VIP suite.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe\u2019re lucky they\u2019re even allowing us to stay here,\u201d Ferris said, using a cloth to clean his glasses. \u201cYou basically threatened to steal a fifth of their profits.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWell, it\u2019ll probably work out in the end,\u201d he said, his voice softening. \u201cI just wish it had been my idea.\u201d<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Ferris said nothing, unsure of how to console\u00a0the other. It was true that Demos\u2019 big chance was looking promising \u2014 unfortunately, it had been thanks to Gina\u2019s negotiations. For a man with such a sensitive pride, he seemed to be taking it fairly well.<\/p>\n
\u201cI guess we\u2019ll find out in the morning,\u201d Demos continued, \u201cif this trip was worth it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYeah. Looks like we\u2019re stuck here for now.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cStuck? The gaming floor is open all night and the bar doesn\u2019t close until two,\u201d the Italian said, opening the door with a smile. The thought of gambling had clearly lifted his mood.<\/p>\n
\u201cOh, right,\u201d Ferris said, his tone weary as he followed his friend into the hall.<\/p>\n
\u201cThink of it as a little vacation.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cLosing money in a room full of noisy machines and drunk people isn\u2019t really my idea of a vacation, but sure.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWell, I know, but you\u2019ve been working so much lately,\u201d Demos said as they waited for the elevator to arrive. \u201cWe haven\u2019t really had a chance to\u2014\u201c<\/p>\n
A ringtone interrupted his thought.<\/p>\n
\u201cHold on, it\u2019s Mom,\u201d Ferris said, lifting the phone to his ear. Demos folded his arms, knowing better than to challenge the authority Ruth Levinstein.<\/p>\n
\u201cHi Mom, sorry I didn\u2019t call. No, I\u2019m not going to make it for Shavuot. I\u2019m seeing a client. Yes, I know it\u2019s the weekend. I probably won\u2019t be back until\u2014 I know, I know. I\u2019m sorry. Just\u2026 just give the blintzes to the neighbors.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ferris gave Demos an apologetic glance as he listened to his mother berate him from the other end of the line.<\/p>\n
\u201cActually, I need a little favor. I won\u2019t be home until tomorrow night and Stanley needs\u2014 yes, I know you\u2019re very busy. Look, I\u2019ll stop by that kosher deli you like in Hartsdale and get you some challah. Yes, I know. I love you, too. Bye, Mom.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou should have told her I said \u2018hi,\u2019\u201d Demos said as Ferris hung up.<\/p>\n
\u201cThen she would have wanted to talk to you,\u201d Ferris said, grimacing slightly. \u201cAnd we\u2019d never get to\u2014 ah, hold on. I\u2019ve got another call.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHurry up, Mr. Popular. The elevator is almost here.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ferris gave a brief eye roll before answering the phone, turning away as he spoke.<\/p>\n
\u201cHey, Alex.\u201d<\/p>\n
Demos frowned.<\/p>\n
\u201cYeah, I\u2019m fine. Still upstate. We\u2019re about to\u2014 er, are you all right? Your voice is shaking,\u201d Ferris said, listening for a moment. \u201cYeah, you mentioned him before. What happened? What the fuck, can\u2019t he be expelled for that?\u201d<\/p>\n
There was a chime as the elevator arrived.<\/p>\n
\u201cLet\u2019s go,\u201d Demos said. He was already in the lift, using an elbow to hold the doors.<\/p>\n
Ferris cupped a hand over his phone, glancing sideways at the impatient Italian. \u201cSorry, she sounds pretty upset. You go ahead, I\u2019ll come down in a minute.\u201d<\/p>\n
Demos\u2019 chest puffed as he took in a breath through his nose. Before he could reply, Ferris had already turned away.<\/p>\n
\u201cHuh? Oh, no, that was nobody. Just a colleague.\u201d<\/p>\n
The elevator doors shut. Demos stared at the reflective surface before him, no longer able to hear his friend\u2019s conversation. The sense of falling overtook him, walls rushing past and his feet barely able to keep steady on the marble floor. Demos finally remembered to breathe, realizing only moments later he had neglected to push a button. The elevator hadn\u2019t moved.<\/p>\n
His lips parted. \u201cNobody?\u201d<\/p>\n
He knew there was a reason for it \u2014 that Ferris couldn\u2019t explain where he was or what he was doing, that he was playing matchmaker between an extortionist and a casino and overseeing a potential mass exchange of firearms. Alex was a normal girl. His girlfriend \u2014 was she his girlfriend? Did Ferris have a girlfriend now?<\/p>\n
Demos closed his eyes, rubbing the thoughts from his temples. He inhaled, then pressed the lobby button. He needed a drink.<\/p>\n
The casino floor was teeming with life. Where such a gainful turnout would normally have fired up fantasies concerning a bathtub full of cash, he now paid no mind to the throngs of customers. The machines flashed, chimed, and rattled, their luminous screens casting an array of colors across the white gesso of his face. The songs and lights blended together, feeling strangely distant as he headed for the bar.<\/p>\n
Armed with a glass of Tennessee whiskey, he found himself hovering at a craps table. The stickman\u2019s chatter buzzed in his ears, followed by the laughter of the table\u2019s patrons. Loser seven.<\/p>\n
He made sure to stay a step behind, not caring to take part in the game. He had planned on teaching his friend how to play, having already imagined those awkward hands throwing a set of dice down the green lawn of the table.<\/p>\n
Ferris should have been there.<\/p>\n
\u201cNot going to play?\u201d came a man\u2019s voice at his side. Demos didn\u2019t bother looking, only sipping at his glass.<\/p>\n
\u201cNot feeling lucky.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s a shame,\u201d the man said. \u201cI\u2019ll bet you\u2019ve got a stunning smile when you win.\u201d<\/p>\n
Demos blinked, then let his eyes drift sideways. The man was half a foot taller, his smooth jaw reaching just above Demos\u2019 crown. He had dark eyes and even darker hair, with thick locks swept neatly past his forehead.<\/p>\n
The Italian tensed. \u201cYou selling something?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBuying, actually,\u201d he said, his lips curving. \u201cIf you\u2019ll let me get you another drink.\u201d<\/p>\n
Demos\u2019 common sense, normally quick to stomp any dubious suitor\u2019s heart into the ground, was inebriated with liquor and misery. Only one instinct was functioning to capacity, one that magnetized him to the well-toned gentleman at his side.<\/p>\n
\u201cDoes that clever mouth come with a name?\u201d Demos managed a faint smile.<\/p>\n
The stranger leaned subtly closer, his voice low. \u201cSandro. And what may I call you?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019ll tell you after that drink is in my hand, Sandro.\u201d<\/p>\n
The drink came, as promised, followed by a number of glasses that Demos couldn\u2019t recall. Warmth blossomed up his throat as he lingered with the stranger at the bar. Sandro \u2014 that was his name, wasn\u2019t it? Demos was having a hard time remembering. When he stopped to think, to recall why he\u2019d come down alone, that familiar ache burned in every inch of his chest. He couldn\u2019t bear it, returning to his liquor and the sweet, approaching smile of the man before him. He could feel a hand on his wrist. It was warm \u2014 yearning. Someone wanted him.<\/p>\n
He drained his glass, setting it beside its many predecessors. Sandro shifted in, his mouth grazing Demos\u2019 ear as he made a suggestion.<\/p>\n
Demos exhaled. \u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
They had only been alone in the elevator for a second before a hand pushed up his shirt. Demos pulled the man down to meet his lips, dragging fingers through his thick hair. There was a clink as their belts met, hips bumping as Demos\u2019 back flattened against the wall.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou owe me a name,\u201d Sandro said between heavy breaths.<\/p>\n
\u201cDemos.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBeautiful.\u201d<\/p>\n
Only the sound of chiming doors could part their mouths and Demos found himself taken by the hand down a long, dimly lit hall. There was a fumbling of metal and plastic before a green blink allowed them to tumble into the hotel room. The mattress creaked as two bodies descended atop, Demos\u2019 hair splaying over the duvet.<\/p>\n
Demos hissed as his throat was kissed. \u201cFf\u2014\u201c<\/p>\n
\u201cListen.\u201d Sandro whispered against the Italian\u2019s white skin. \u201cThere\u2019s one thing I want from you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTell me.\u201d<\/p>\n
He shifted upwards, his lips brushing over Demos\u2019 jaw. \u201cI want you to cancel it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCancel what?\u201d Demos said, his breath short.<\/p>\n
\u201cYour deal with the chairwoman.\u201d<\/p>\n
Demos\u2019 eyes snapped open. \u201cWhat?<\/i>\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou heard me,\u201d Sandro said with a grin.<\/p>\n
One by one, Demos\u2019 senses woke, sending a sobering chill through every nerve in his body. His hands snaked upwards, twisting Sandro\u2019s collar between creaking knuckles.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd what the fuck<\/i> makes you think,\u201d Demos shifted upright, his eyes boring into the other\u2019s, \u201cyou can tell me what to do?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u00a0The other man only gave a short laugh.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe elevator.\u201d Sandro said. \u201cIt had a camera.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cA camera.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI suspected you were a faggot. Now I\u2019ve got proof. What happens to that proof is up to you.\u201d<\/p>\n
The strength in Demos\u2019 grasp faltered. \u201cBut, but you\u2014\u201c<\/p>\n
\u201cOh, me? I\u2019m not gay. I\u2019m a damn fine actor, though, aren\u2019t I?\u201d<\/p>\n
Demos\u2019 chest began collapsing on itself. His skin smoldered from his core to his fingertips, his hands trembling against the fabric.<\/p>\n
Three words managed to escape the prison of his mouth. \u201cYou\u2019re a Mariani.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe best of the best.\u201d<\/p>\n
Demos reached for his inner pocket, only to be tsked by the man before him.<\/p>\n
\u201cDon\u2019t be stupid,\u201d Sandro said. \u201cYou don\u2019t know where the file is. Shoot me now and it\u2019ll end up on the front page of the Southport Daily before you can even drive back to town.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFuck you.<\/i>\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat ship has sailed, sweetheart.\u201d<\/p>\n
The rims of Demos\u2019 eyes tightened. His hand tingled, fingers tightening over the gun in his suit pocket. He pushed down the screaming voice behind his eyes, the voice telling him to leave all six bullets right in this man\u2019s skull, clamoring for the messiest crime scene he could imagine. Demos\u2019 blood was rushing, burning with liquor, with venom.<\/p>\n
He swallowed, then removed his hand.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s a good boy.\u201d Sandro tapped a finger on Demos\u2019 nose. \u201cYou\u2019ll meet her tomorrow morning. Whatever her decision is, you call it off. Once I hear the news, your little secret is safe. You got it?\u201d<\/p>\n
Demos dared not open his mouth, knowing full well the string of obscenities that would force their way out. He gave a low nod.<\/p>\n
\u201cThere\u2019ll be one other person with the video, for insurance \u2014 in case you decide to come after me in a fit of vengeance. I hope you don\u2019t mind.\u201d<\/p>\n
Sandro didn\u2019t wait for an answer. He lifted himself from the bed, releasing Demos from the cage of his arms. He stood at the door and gestured for the other to exit, as if seeing out a valued customer. Once in the hall, Demos found himself unable to look back, even as Sandro spoke one last time.<\/p>\n
\u00a0\u201cSleep tight, Ghost.\u201d The door shut with a click.<\/p>\n
Demos stared bleary eyed at the rows of sconces, barely aware of the numbness in his limbs. The dull feeling had seeped through his entire body, sucking the moisture from his mouth as he muttered in the empty corridor.<\/p>\n
\u201cShit.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ferris was still in the hotel room when Demos arrived. The Italian tripped over himself as he crossed the threshold, his hair rumpled and his clothes reeking of liquor.<\/p>\n
\u201cFuck.\u201d He sucked in a breath between his teeth. \u201cFuck, fuck.<\/i>\u201d<\/p>\n
Ferris stared, forgetting to listen to his phone as he watched Demos swat a lamp from an end table. It fell with a clatter, the shade snapping from the base. Ferris murmured a quick goodbye, ending the call with a beep.<\/p>\n
\u201cDemos, what the hell?\u201d<\/p>\n
The Italian slumped against the wall, his fingers clawing through his own hair.<\/p>\n
\u201cI fucked up, Ferris.\u201d His shoulders heaved. \u201cI really fucked up.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThere\u2019s\u2026 there\u2019s a Mariani here. On the 3rd<\/sup><\/span> floor.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cGod, you didn\u2019t kill him, did you?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cFuck! Do you have any idea how much I want to<\/i>?\u201d Demos\u2019 voice had hiked, stiffening every bone in Ferris\u2019 spine. Ferris rose from the armchair with a creak, crossing the room to kneel at his friend\u2019s side. It was only then he could see Demos\u2019 fingers shuddering, locks of hair twisted between them.<\/p>\n \u201cTell me what happened.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cHe knows. He fucking knows.\u201d<\/p>\n Without asking, Ferris understood. His hand found Demos\u2019 wrist, easing those white fingers from his scalp. Finally, Demos looked up, his eyes lined with red.<\/p>\n \u201cHow?\u201d Ferris asked, keeping his hand in place.<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2014\u201c Demos\u2019 voice dropped to a mutter. \u201cI\u2026 I sort of\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cGo on.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI sort of\u2014\u201c He buried his face with a hand. \u201cI made out with him.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYou what<\/i>?\u201d<\/p>\n The more Demos explained, the hotter his face grew. He described the craps table and the bar, unable to make eye contact with his friend as he illustrated just what happened in the elevator. Ferris sat eerily quiet, taking in each word with a low glare.<\/p>\n \u201cAnd that\u2019s it,\u201d Demos said. \u201cI\u2019m fucked.\u201d<\/p>\n The fallen lamp flickered at his side before finally sputtering out, leaving half of Demos\u2019 face in shadow.<\/p>\n \u201cYou\u2019re not fucked.\u201d<\/p>\n Demos glanced back at his friend, startled by the force in his voice.<\/p>\n \u201cYou\u2019re the Ghost. You\u2019re Demos fucking Giorgetti,\u201d Ferris said. \u201cAnd you\u2019re going to sober up and handle this.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cHow?\u201d<\/p>\n Ferris offered a hand. \u201cWith me, of course.\u201d<\/p>\n After an hour and a few phone calls, the two found themselves in the elevator once more. Don was waiting for them in the lobby, a crisp envelope in one hand.<\/p>\n \u201cYou sure this is all you need?\u201d<\/p>\n Ferris slipped the envelope into his suit pocket. \u201cWe\u2019re sure.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cIf you make a mess in\u2014\u201c<\/p>\n \u201cYou have my word,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n The man nodded, giving the two a look over before turning to leave.<\/p>\n \u201cI never agreed not to make a mess,\u201d Demos said, his eyes on Don\u2019s back.<\/p>\n \u201cYou\u2019re agreeing now.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cFish\u2014\u201c<\/p>\n \u201cNow.\u201d<\/p>\n Demos exhaled. \u201cFine.\u201d<\/p>\n The third floor looked just as Demos remembered it \u2014 quiet, polished, the same as any other hotel hallway. Even so, the sight of Sandro\u2019s door brought a darkness to his eyes, one far too wicked for such an elegant setting. He pressed his ear to the wood, noting the rush of bath water. Catching Ferris\u2019 eyes, he gave a single nod.<\/p>\n Ferris flipped open the envelope, lifting the card key with two fingers. The slot churned, then clicked.<\/p>\n He smiled. \u201cThank you, Don.\u201d<\/p>\n The door thrust open. There was a scramble of bare feet on tile as the man inside rushed to seal the bathroom. He was a second too slow, grunting as the door\u2019s edge knocked the front of his skull. Sandro wobbled, looking up just in time for Demos\u2019 elbow to crack against his temple.<\/p>\n \u201cDid I interrupt your bath?\u201d Demos said, looming over the naked man at his feet.<\/p>\n Sandro sneered. \u201cThe fuck you trying to do?\u201d<\/p>\n Demos checked his revolver chamber, counting the bullets before snapping it shut. \u201cI\u2019m handling this.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cSo you want<\/i> the entire city to know\u2014\u201c<\/p>\n \u201cHi there,\u201d Ferris said, nudging Demos aside. \u201cYou must be Sandro.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWho\u2019s this clown?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cOh, come on. You know who I am,\u201d Ferris said, crouching to tie the man\u2019s wrists at his back with half a lamp cord. There was only a bit of struggling, as Sandro froze at the sound of Demos\u2019 gun cocking.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat, the Giorgettis\u2019 other faggot?\u201d<\/p>\n Ferris cinched the knot tightly, drawing a wince from the man\u2019s back.<\/p>\n \u201cThat\u2019s not a nice thing to say, Sandro. Now get up.\u201d<\/p>\n Ferris didn\u2019t wait for the other to comply, hefting him upright and forcing him into the open room.<\/p>\n \u201cI don\u2019t know what the fuck you hope to accomplish here,\u201d Sandro said, the carpet leaving impressions on his knees. \u201cWhen I don\u2019t report back, that video\u2019s going to\u2014\u201c<\/p>\n \u201cGoing to what?\u201d Ferris said, adjusting his glasses. \u201cYou didn\u2019t actually send it to anyone, did you?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cOf course I fucking sent it to\u2014\u201c<\/p>\n \u201cHow?\u201d<\/p>\n Sandro fell silent. Water continued to rush from the bath faucet, echoing from the walls of the bathroom. Ferris stepped past the bed, locating a black laptop on a desk.<\/p>\n \u201cAh, here we are \u2014 your RCA adaptor,\u201d he said. \u201cMildly impressive.\u201d<\/p>\n He rounded the table, his fingers tracing over the keyboard and ports along the side.<\/p>\n \u201cBut where\u2019s your LAN cable? Ah, well, you wouldn\u2019t need one. These rooms don\u2019t come equipped.\u201d<\/p>\n Ferris straightened himself, glancing back at the man on the floor.<\/p>\n \u201cAnd no WiFi, either. Don mentioned they\u2019d be installing it next month on our tour.\u201d<\/p>\n The churning continued from the bathroom as the drain began to gurgle with effort.<\/p>\n \u201cSo tell me, Sandro,\u201d Ferris said, squinting through the glare on his lenses. \u201cHow exactly did you send that file?\u201d<\/p>\n Sandro bared his teeth, his molars grinding behind curled lips. \u201cI\u2019ll fucking kill you.\u201d<\/p>\n Demos nodded toward the desk. \u201cCheck the computer.\u201d<\/p>\n The chair slid out as Ferris took the helm, running his fingers over the keyboard. There was a dull beep as a prompt came up, stopping him in his tracks.<\/p>\n \u201cHm.\u201d Ferris rubbed his chin. \u201cWhat\u2019s your password?\u201d<\/p>\n Sandro spat. \u201cFuck you.<\/i>\u201d<\/p>\n The keys made a few clicks before another dull beep came forth.<\/p>\n Ferris frowned. \u201cNo, that\u2019s not it.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cTry \u2018password,\u2019\u201d Demos said, keeping the tip of his revolver at his victim\u2019s temple.<\/p>\n There was another beep.<\/p>\n \u201cNope.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cPut a zero instead of an \u2018o.\u2019\u201d<\/p>\n Another beep.<\/p>\n \u201cFucking idiots,\u201d Sandro said. \u201cYou\u2019re wasting your time.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cHe\u2019s right, Ghost. We\u2019re not very good hackers.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cFine,\u201d Demos said with a shrug. \u201cDo it the hard way.\u201d<\/p>\n There was a clatter as the laptop was ripped from its cords. It hit the floor with a thud, its internal mechanisms rattling below the trackpad. 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