Everett sipped wine leisurely as he swirled the glass, looking at the deep red liquid that moved fluidly inside the glass. Of course he was paying no mind to the two men fighting inside the club, it was a normal occurrence. Plus, why be scared when his father was the mafia boss who basically owned the entire district. Although he was the youngest son so there wasn't much expected of him.

"Another glass"

Everett spoke calmly to the bartender, his eyes closed as he ran his hand through his silky white hair. He loved how clean the color look...and how blood stains it when the time came for him to be a mafia.