"That was weird." Griffin said to the bartender, The bartender just shrugged, Griffin ran his fingers through his thick black hair. He didn't know what a famous decorator was doing in one of his father's bars but he supposed it didn't matter. It was almost time to meet Michael. He hated working with Michael. Of all his father's men Michael was the cruelest. Tonight they were assigned to keep watch on the working girls. Which meant he was going to spend the night keeping Michael off the girls. Michael met him at the door. "Let's go boy." Griffin winced as the older man grabbed his arm and yanked him down the street making Griffin feel like a naughty child rather then a grown man.