Jimmie had a place figured out already, a pizza parlor that had been owned by his uncle who never came to get him after their father and mother got him taken away and the old man had even reached or to him last night saying that he knew that he wasn't dead. That he'd love to cook for him to make up for all the years he missed and to be honest Jimmie was pissed at first until his uncle explained that his wife at the time was just as bad at his mom and dad and he wanted him to have a good life and though he was still a little miffed. His uncle Goranti did do the right thing and had been waiting for a family to make it big doing something they love." Ok, we'll go to my uncle's pizzeria. I will have to take one picture and sign it for my uncle. But that's it. I figure he needs to know I'm not mad at him too." He smiled and took her hand before leading her out the hotel, helping her into the truck that was guarded by several Russians due to his friend and they simply drove off, texting his uncle telling the man they were coming.<br/><br/><br/>Once at the pizzeria, he smiled seeing it empty, entering slowly and seeing his uncle from the Italian side of his family as he pointed at the lock." Lock it and put the close sign up nephew. I figure a private lunch for the stars." He came over to jimmie and gave Jimmie a hug before lifting Sarah's hand and kissing it." Sit down you two. I will cook you some good authentic pizza." He smiled and lead her over to the table knowing that his uncle had already taken care of some guests from the smell of Irish blood." He's a part of the Italian mob. But he's a good guy." He smiled before looking into her eyes." I hope that this is ok, I asked him to make sure that everything was private just in case and until we came to keep it open just in case."