A speakeasy isn’t a place to speak easily in

I scratched my head as I remembered the way I got out of my parent's house. After having dinner I ran towards the door only for my dad to body slam the ground and hold on to my leg. He plead with me to stay with tears in his eyes.

Yes fucking tears. The most dangerous Don of New York City was fucking crying like a child because I was leaving. I dragged him across the living room before agreeing to see him in the morning. My father then smiled and let me go.

The ride back to the lab was as tense as fuck. Haruto and I did not utter a single word as I looked at the world outside in the night. New York City was beautiful in the night even in the past. The city was alight as drunkards and prostitutes filled the streets. Pubs and bars were alit as stores had their lights closed. As we drove towards the lab a certain bar caught my attention. It was a speakeasy.