Finding Sebastian

Chapter 18

Marcia was in her room, watching a show when there came a knock on her door. She groaned as she got up from her comfortable position on the bed. She grabbed the remote and turned off the television. She stretched and finally made her way to the door.

Opening it, she didn't see anyone there. Even as she looked left to right, nobody seemed to be in the halls. She looked down and saw a white envelope. Curious as to what it was, she picked it up and brought it inside.

She went to her room and sat on the bed. Gazing at the white letter, she felt a sense of dread overcome her. This could be a joke for all she knew.

Despite her feelings, she opened the letter. She took out the letter and read what it said. Her heart dropped in her stomach and then pounded relentlessly in her chest.

Dear Marcia,

I have something of yours you might want back. Meet me at Toni's tonight at 8. See you then.

-P

She could only guess who 'P' was. Oliver would tear her apart if he knew that she was considering going. He had Sebastian. He was going to give him back. A small voice in the back of her reminded her that it could be a ploy. Nonetheless, the reasonable side of her mind was outweighed by the other side that was ready to do anything for Sebastian.

Glancing at the clock, it read 5:30. She had to start getting ready soon so she could get her baby back. Don't worry Sebby; Momma's coming to get you back.

After taking a shower and choosing a pair of blue jeans and a white blouse, she was ready to go. She didn't tell Talia because she was asleep and she knew the disapproving look she would give her. However, she did write a note, explaining where she was going to be.

She was outside of the hotel and waited for a taxi to come and pick her up. A driver pulled up to the curb and couldn't stop staring at the woman that got in his car. "Toni's, please."

The driver nodded. Everyone knew what Toni's was. A local bar near the outskirts of town that got major business. The beer was delicious, the TVs displayed the hottest shows, and the servers were nice enough and funny enough to keep any person at ease.

He came to the bar and dropped her off. She got out of the taxi and was about to pay him when he put his hand up, shook his head, and drove away. Huh. That never happened when she was in New York.

She shrugged and turned to see the front of Toni's. It was a relatively small bar with nothing extraordinary on the front besides a big bottle of wine attached to the front. She had to remind herself that she was in another country so they might not speak English.

Overcome with determination, she walked into the bar and realized why Pietro had wanted to meet her here. The bar was filled with people and puffs of smoke lingered in the air. The smell of alcohol invaded her senses, and she started to feel a bit hazy.

Televisions were set up all around the bar, displaying shows of comedy, sports, and fashion shows. She noticed how everything was set up in their own little sectors. The women sat where the fashion shows were, the men where the sports were, and a mix of genders where the comedy shows were.

Every section also had certain waiters and waitresses attend with colors to place them in. The sections had there own little bars as well.

In the center, there was a huge bar that sat about 30 people. They laughed, drank, and smoked to their hearts content. It wasn't even happy hour and this place was packed. Also, adding on to the fact that it was a Tuesday night and not a Friday or Saturday.

A waitress came up to her, asked her something in Italian, and gave her a menu. She took it. Opening it, she saw a white note fall to the floor. She bent down to pick it up. She opened it and it read that she should come to the back.