Caleb's eyes followed the man as he walked past their table and back to the bathrooms, then diverted his attention back to Lola. "Uh, yeah. She's twelve. Well, thirteen next week. She's a smart ass, probably knows way too much about the world already."

Something about how open he was being with the girl across from him was unnerving, especially because she witnessed him commit the ultimate crime. Yet, she was acting like he was a friend, causing suspicion to bubble up in him.

Her nervousness about the man in the restaurant was another concern of his. One thing the mob drilled into its new recruits was respect for women. There was never any harm to be brought to them, unless they were an official member of a rival crew and made the first move. They were told to never hit their women, and no matter what the circumstance, to treat them with kindness. This probably stemmed from the boss' extreme adoration of a beautiful woman in a more sensual manner, but Caleb had always respected the rule. He would never lay his hands on a woman unless it was during a time of intimacy.

This contributed to his hatred for men who treated women like shit. Mentally or physically abusive.

"What did he do, Lola?" he asked in a stern voice. He wasn't sure if he was expecting an answer, seeing how the sight of him had rattled her. "You want me to get him outta here?"