Wait For Me

Chapter 11 - A Walk in the Park

CW: mentions of kidnapping (brief mention of sex trafficking) and graphic violence/ murder. A young child is present during a murder.

March 23rd, 1930

The next morning, right after breakfast, Alastor found himself out and about with an urge to speak to the blonde. They might've had their little deal going on - which reminded Alastor that he would have to look for a good place to gamble - but once he saw the mansion, he simply couldn't stop thinking about the blonde and how his family could possibly afford to live in such a place. The need to know was like a deep itch that needed scratching.

Without a second thought, he meandered in the direction of the massive home. Of course, if he saw any cars in the driveway, he wouldn't continue with his quest for knowledge. He was a bit wary of what an affluent family, such as Angel's, might think of a random stranger knocking on their door. But he didn't even bother to think about how Angel might find it strange or off-putting that Alastor knew where he lived.

To his delight, the driveway was empty. There was a slight chance the blonde had gone wherever the car now was, but Alastor was hopeful that if that were the case, the sister - Molly, was it? - would answer the door and relay a message to her twin.

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Anthony woke up to knocking on his bedroom door. With a groan, he pulled the blankets up over his head and buried his face into his pillow. Now that their father was gone, Anthony wanted nothing more than to sleep in a few extra hours, especially after last night's emotional outpour.

Unfortunately, the knocking continued, only getting louder the longer the young man refused to answer. Finally, with a huff, he threw his covers back and stumbled over to the door. Throwing it open, he snapped, "What!?"

Bruno was on the other side, observing his brother. It was clear to him that his little brother had just woken up since he was still in his sleep attire. "Bit late don'tcha think?"

Anthony rolled his eyes. "What do ya gotta tell me that's so damn important ya couldn't leave a note or somethin'?"

Bruno sighed. He was hoping his brother wouldn't still be upset with him, but it looked like that wasn't the case. "I'm goin' out, and I need you to look afta' Molls. Can I trust ya ta do that?"

Anthony folded his arms and glowered at his brother. "Molly is a big girl. She can take care a' herself."

Bruno scowled and warned in an authoritative tone, "Tony...you know the rules."

Anthony rolled his eyes at the act and waved his hand at his sibling as if to say, "go on, get out of here." He turned to go back into his room. "Yeah Bru, I get it."

Bruno's face softened for just a second, giving his brother a sad look, before it went neutral with the barest hint of a smile. "Thanks Tony. I'll be back later t'night."

"Whatever," the younger brother grumbled, slamming his door shut behind him. He knew he was being unfairly angry with his brother. He was, after all, just trying to obey their father's orders. But a larger part of Anthony was screaming that he didn't care! His brother knew this was one of the only times they could do whatever they wanted outside of work. He knew this was the most freedom Anthony would ever get, and yet he was trying to take it away? So what if Bruno was just trying to protect him? It was as Alastor said, Anthony was an adult, he could take care of himself!

His grumbling and slamming things around as he got ready for the day did very little to help alleviate his sour mood. He wanted more than anything to climb back into bed, but now he was up, and sleep was sure to evade him if he tried.