Chapter 1: Introduction.
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It’s raining, of course it’s raining and just after finishing a back-to-back double shift at the 24/7 diner, a couple of blocks from my mom’s apartment, where I live.
Putting on my raincoat, I let out a sigh, flipped my hoodie over my head and said good-night to Eddie, the cook before exiting out the back door, and heading to my mom’s apartment, tired and ready to slip in the shower to clean myself of this mundane job of mine, that I’ve been working at since I was sixteen.
Reaching into my raincoat pocket for the apartment keys, I looked up and let out a gasp as the apartment door swung open. Great our land lord was all ready looking for an excuse to kick both my mother and myself out well, now he’s got the perfect excuse to do it.
Putting my keys in between my fingers, I stepped inside the dark apartment cursing as I hit something, something that growled at me and before I could register that I accidently kicked an animal, I felt a pair of hands grab me by my shoulders, and I was instantly pulled into the strangers chest, a hand covering my mouth, that muffled my screaming, and then my body froze went stiff when, I felt someone breathing in my ear.
“Ms. Moore, I really hate to do this but, your family owes me a lot of money, and seeing as you’re the only one left standing because your deceased daddy went and got himself in over his head and died, and I can’t reach your mother for some strange reason, it looks like you’ve been left as collateral, and I’ve come to collect my collateral in full, and that means you’re coming with me, understand?” The man said to me, as he removed his hand from around my mouth, and let that hand graze my breast.
I gulped at the sound of his raspy voice and looked up into a pair of square glasses, and then my blood ran cold, I was being restrained by a loan shark by the name of Bill Skyes. “Mr. Sykes-,” I cut myself off when I felt Sykes let go of me, only to turn on a light on nearby before pulling me back to his chest, his black eyes roaming all over my body, as he snapped his fingers for his two Dobermans to leave the apartment, and they did but, not before the Doberman with blue collar gave me a low growl as he exited.
Looking me over, Sykes gave me a smirk as one of his massive hands combed through my strawberry blonde hair before grabbing the back of my neck and forcing me to look up at him, and when I did, our lips met, his tongue forcing its way into my mouth, he wrapped his other arm around my waist, restraining me even tighter against his chest. There was nothing I could do, Sykes had me where he wanted, and I’m pretty sure this smug bastard was enjoying it too. “You taste delicious, simply delicious, I intend on enjoying every last bit of you but, not here in this shithole apartment.” He said huskily, once he broke away the forced kiss, he gave the shared apartment a quick look around, as if he expected someone else to be here as well, he walked back towards the nearby light and turned it off. Hearing his heavy footsteps head back in my direction, he slipped his arm back around my waist and led me out of the apartment, his footsteps and my keys made the only noise between us. “Drop the keys Ms. Moore, you won’t be needing them anymore because this is the last time you’ll be seeing this shithole apartment.” He added out to me, the tone in his voice was stern and commanding.
Gulping at his order, I dropped my keys on the welcome mat, definitely not wanting to fuck around and find out with him, as we both kept walking until we reached his parked black 1977 Lincoln Continental. “Where exactly are you taking me Mr. Sykes?’ I said quietly to him, as he opened the passenger side door, and then pressed a button on the seat, and the seat sprung forward, telling his Dobermanns to get in the back seat, and they did, he pushed the button again and manually pushed my seat back to its original position, and pointed at the passenger seat, and I did as he commanded me to.
Once I was in the car, Sykes reached a few inches away from my shoulder, and buckled me in, before shutting the car door, he walked around his car and opened his door, squeezing his huge frame into his small car, he dug around for his keys in his pocket, and started the car a few seconds later then, pulled out a cigar and a zippo lighter, lighting the cigar, he started to drive, the only sound between us was him inhaling and quickly exhaling from his cigar. “We’re going to my home Ms. Moore where you will be staying until your debt is paid off. From now on, you’re mine and you will do whatever I tell you to do. Understood?” He answered me a few minutes later.
“Yes Mr. Sykes.” I said quietly, after all that just happened, I still didn’t have the courage to lift my voice above a whisper, as I sat in the passenger seat with my hands folded over my lap, looking out the window as he drove. On the inside I was shaking like a leaf, I just hoped it wasn’t showing on the outside.
Putting his cigar out in the ashtray in front of him, Sykes switched hands driving, he used his now free hand to reach out and let it roam back and forth on my leg, “Don’t be scared Ms. Moore, I’ll take care of you, really good care of you.” He said out huskily as he moved his hand from my leg to the back of my neck, giving it a quick squeeze, he placed his massive hand back on the steering wheel, adding, “there’s menthol cigarettes in the glove box in front of you. I know you like menthol.”
Turning my head when he spoke about the menthol cigarettes, I looked at him in disbelief. “How did you-,” I cut myself off when I opened the glove box in front of me and watched an unopened pack of menthol cigarettes roll out and onto my lap.
Smirking as he watched me grab the cigarettes, he turned his eyes back on the road and then he spoke. “I’ve done my homework Ms. Moore, that’s all you need to know.” Dropping his zippo lighter in my lap, he pressed a button and rolled down my window.
Letting out a sigh, I opened the pack and took a cigarette out, placing it in between my lips; I lit it and inhaled the smoke. I’m going to need something stronger than a cigarette tonight, that is if I survive tonight. I thought to myself, as I looked out the window, I never expected my night to turn out like this…
Chapter 2: Chapter One.
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~Inside Sykes’s Home, later that Night~
Letting the water run onto my body, I let a sigh, I was finally alone well, minus DeSoto standing guard outside his masters bedroom, I guess now is a good time cry and process what the hell just happened to me tonight. Kidnapped and coerced to pay off my deceased father’s debt that my mother and I have been busting our asses over for the last couple of years well, until my mom ended up in the hospital from being so overworked and stressed that she had a heart attack, and it wasn’t long after that, that Mr. Sykes had paid her visit in the hospital in the dead of night, which gave her another heart attack that nearly killed her.
We were struggling even more after that so badly, that both my mother and I very rarely saw each other. Come to think of it, I hadn’t seen my mother in a few days, which is odd because we usually saw each other for a few minutes at the apartment when I came home from my shift at the 24/7 diner, and she went to her third job at a nearby convenience store. I was about to open the shower door and go ask Mr. Sykes about my mother when he stopped me by opening the shower door himself, as I let out a gasp at the realization of might’ve happened tonight. “Did you kill my mother?” I blurted out to him, as he stepped into the shower with me; this man was even more imitating without his fancy business suit on, he stood 6'7 and probably weigh two hundred pounds, and that's not including his pot belly, which was covered in white hairs along with the rest of him, his legs were a different story though, they were very muscular and lean although, I'm pretty sure he could kill someone with them, if he wanted to.
Compared to my tiny frame, I was 5'1 and maybe 120 pounds dripping wet, and I looked like a stick compared to him.
Looking down at me with a confused look on his face, he gave me a smirk, as he pushed his way into the large shower. Placing one of his massive hands on the top of my head, he let out a roaring laugh simultaneously closing the shower door behind him, his laughter echoing off the bathroom walls before he answered me. “Ms. Moore, I can assure you that I had no part in the disappearance of your mother, if it worries you that much, I’ll contact one of my associates in the morning, and have them look into it.” Once he finished laughing, he pulled me closer to him, and walked me backwards into a corner in the shower, forcing me to sit down on the ledge, where I came face-to-face with his very well-endowed cock for a just couple of minutes, taking one of his hands; he placed it on my chin causing me to look up into his black eyes. “Your mother disappearing should be the least of your concerns right now young lady, I still haven’t had my fill of you also, from where you’re sitting you are in the perfect position for my cock.” He huskily added out to me, running his other hand across his member to get his point across about my situation right now.
Eyeing his cock for a moment and then glancing at his eyes, I took a deep breath plus I told him something that I hadn’t told anyone else expect my mother. “I’ve never had sex before Mr. Sykes, you cock is the first one I’ve actually seen before.” My confession bouncing off of the bathroom walls, whilst I felt very vulnerable right now in this shower with him.
Letting go of my chin and his cock, Sykes continued looking down at me, taken aback by my confession along with all the color draining out of his face for a moment before returning in a full force. “Oh really now?” He asked me as an imaginary lightbulb turned on in his head whilst giving me a sinister smile before adding under his breath, “well now, things just got very interesting for the both of us, my little virgin.” Chuckling afterwards, like me being a virgin was some kind of joke.
Gulping at his words, I squirmed a little at the thoughts of what his plans might be with me, unable to speak considering that Skyeses lips were on mine, his tongue being as aggressive and ruthless in my mouth whilst a massive hand pinned my shoulder against the cold glass blocks, as his other hand reached above me to open a shampoo bottle, he palmed a little bit of it in advance of placing the hand on the top of my hair, I felt his nails digging into my scalp as he started to massage the shampoo into my hair while simultaneously breaking the kiss in between us, a smirk dancing on his lips while he watched me let out an involuntary moan from either his hand massaging the shampoo into my scalp or from that kiss, it didn’t matter because he wasn’t finished with me yet.
Leaning down, he kissed the side of my neck hungrily like I was a meal to him, causing me to moan even more, his hand that had me pinned to the glass blocks dropped down in between my legs, his thumb circling around my clit over and over again, making me moan even more.
This man was giving me my first sexual experience, and I think I was enjoying it, perhaps a little bit too much but, I suppose that was okay because the bathroom door was shut (although I hoped the bathroom was sound proof because I don’t think I was being very quiet), and it was just the two of us in this room although, I don’t think the hot water was going to last much longer at this rate because, I had a feeling that this was only the beginning for him. “Good girl Eliza.” I heard him whisper out whilst grabbing the shower head and rinsing the shampoo out of my hair placing the shower head back in its cradle afterwards. Grabbing a bar of soap, he placed it in my hand then grabbed a wash cloth ordering me to clean myself up, minus my preoccupied clit, which he was still rubbing in circles stopping for a moment before I felt his thumb enter inside of my vagina causing me to let out a yelp.
Holy shit, his thumb feels massive, which is I guess to be expected because his cock isn’t small either. I thought to myself, as my legs opened up more for him, on their own accord, as my moans continued when his thumb starting going back and forth inside of my vagina, I was starting to feel pretty good and distracted with just his thumb, I wondered what his cock was going to feel like inside of me but, something in my head told me I would be finding out sooner rather than later.
Cursing under his breath, Sykes grabbed the wash cloth that I was using to wash my body out of my hands and threw it on the shower floor; his aching cock needed some attention that couldn’t wait anymore. “Eliza. My cock. Now.” He commanded through ragged breaths, as he took the back of my head and brought closer to his cock.
He didn’t need to tell me twice about what needed to be done. Opening my mouth up while looking up at him, I felt the head of cock enter my mouth, the thing was huge so huge that I wasn’t too sure how it was going to fit but, it did barely, the head of it scraping along my teeth as he pushed more of his massive cock into my small mouth until I was gaging on it besides from where I was sitting, it seemed like there was more to go but, at this moment my mouth was over capacity and my mouth was opened as wide as it could possibly go.
If I can’t fit anymore of his cock in mouth how on earth am I possibly going to fit his member inside of my vagina? Unless this is all he’s planning for tonight. I thought to myself, hoping I was right about the latter.
Removing his thumb from the inside of my vagina, I let out a muffled moan. Bringing his thumb towards his mouth, he slipped his thumb into his mouth and let out a groan afterwards, I must’ve tasted good to him because, he swallowed it and his thumb looked like it was coming back for more of my slightly wet vagina but, instead he turned the water off. “The shower’s over but, I’m not finished with you yet, you beautiful, delicious kitten.” He groaned out, as he placed his other hand on the back of my head whilst holding my head still, using my mouth as brutally as he wanted, not caring rather I was in pain or not, ignoring the tears that fell from my eyes all the while.
Sykes’ groans bounced off of the bathroom walls while he simultaneously kept his cock moving back and forth in my mouth until he stiffened up, and released his semen in mouth. Pulling his still hard cock out of my mouth, he grabbed my chin. “Swallow my semen Eliza.” He ordered huskily whilst letting out a rather loud groan of satisfaction from my very first blow job, his breathing labored just from the blow job while at the same time, watching me swallow his huge load of semen down my throat. He merely patted my head with a smirk and a look of accomplishment written all over his face, as he opened the glass shower door.
Not saying a word, I scooted out from underneath him and grabbed a dark green towel from one of the racks above the toilet whilst wrapping it around my body before bending down and grabbing my work uniform but, Sykes stopped me while he stepped out of the shower, letting out another groan then, grabbed my wrist, meeting each other’s eyes, I froze when I saw the look in them.
“Don’t touch those god damn clothes, and don’t put those on ever again, your mine now and no kitten of mine wears substandard clothes, not as long as you’re living here under my roof.” He said through bared teeth, the look in his eyes scared the shit out of me and now I finally understood why people said this man was someone you didn’t fuck around with when he came near you, he maybe a human but, right now he was glaring daggers at me, and it was my fault because of what I did to him, his hair on both sides of his head sticking out in every direction, made him look even more unhinged, his massive frame inches away from my face. “We’ll go shopping tomorrow for now, just go sit on the bed and wait for me.” He added out to me, his eyes softening a bit when he saw the look of fear in my eyes before he rubbed the back of his head remorsefully.
“Yes Mr. Sykes.” I said weakly out to him, my entire body shaking as I dropped the clothes while opening the bathroom door and making my way to Sykes’ California king sized bed, sitting on the edge of it, I waited on him just like he told me to do…
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End of Eliza's P.O.V
Chapter 3: Chapter Two.
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Sykes had gone downstairs to feed the dogs whilst letting them out for a little bit although, if he didn’t come back soon, I just might fall asleep right where I sat, tonight’s events had finally caught up with me, and so had my back-to-back shifts at the diner. Feeling my eyes get heavy, I let them close as I fell back into Sykes’s very comfy huge bed.
“Just for a little bit.” I mumbled out to myself, as the towel that was wrapped around my body became undone, causing me to shiver whilst the cool air stiffened my nipples again, and I let out a moan.
I didn’t hear his footsteps coming up the stairs or down the hallway, or even the smell of his cigar when entered his bedroom however, him slamming the bedroom door woke me up, and I sat straight up, blinking my eyes a couple of times looking at him, as he undid his dark green bathroom robe. “I’m sorry-,” was all I managed to get out before he dropped his nearly finished cigar in a glass ashtray on his dresser drawer, he walked towards me a sneer on his face and pinned me against the bed, roughly kissing me, telling me that he wasn’t even close to being done with me, as he shrugged out of the bath robe, both his still hard cock and his gut rubbed against me. Now I was awake, he made damn sure of that.
Ignoring my apology, Sykes roughly kissed my lips, putting nearly all of his weight against me, we met eyes, I was cornered underneath him, my brain sending off warning bells but, it’s not like I could run, Sykes made sure of that. Breaking off the rough kisses, he placed his lips next to my ear. “Kitten, I didn’t say you could sleep, did I? However, it’s understandable since you’ve been busting your ass off these last couple of years. After this is over, sleep for as long as you want.” Was all he said the tone in his voice dripping with lust, as I felt his cock on the outside of my thighs. Did this man - this giant ever go limp?? He didn’t give me long to ponder on that question because, the next thing I knew I felt the head of his cock penetrate inside of my hairy virgin vagina whilst I let out a scream while simultaneously my body felt like it was on fire, a fire that I didn’t consent to hell, I haven’t consented to anything that’s happened tonight.
“Please Mr. Sykes, I can’t take anymore.” I managed to get out, feeling his well-endowed cock that was once in my mouth, was now inside my hairy vagina.
Letting out a chuckle at my pleas, Sykes let go of my wrists, and pushed me further onto the bed, his hand roughly grabbing at my hips until he had them around his waist then, he grabbed onto my wrists again, and gripped them as hard as he could, keeping me pinned against the bed once again. Pounding away at me all the while, not caring about how much pain I was in although, one thing is for sure, I wasn’t a virgin anymore, and I didn’t know how much more of his cock I could physical take in but, I knew he was enjoying the shit out of this.
Thanks to Sykes’ cock, I couldn’t think straight or form words, all I could do underneath this massive man was moan while he used me as a sex doll, a living and breathing sex doll, that was his to use however he saw fit.
Kissing down the side of my neck, Sykes’ attention moved onto the only part of my body that hadn’t been abused just yet well, until he took one breast in his mouth and latched onto the nipple, his other hand playing with my other breast, sneering as my moans grew louder and louder, so loud that I’m pretty sure they could be heard next door.
I am Sykes captive and he is my captor for an undetermined amount of time and possibly into the unforeseeable future, this giant wasn’t going to let me go, not without a fight, a very violent and bloody fight that is.
Growing bored with sucking and playing with my nipples, he rested his chin against my shoulder, his groaning turning into ragging breathing as I felt the fire in my belly finally explode out of my vagina and onto his cock, I just had my first orgasm, and it was because of this son of a bitch on top of me, who let out a hiss through clenched teeth whilst he felt my first orgasm gush onto his cock. “Amazing, you’re absolutely fucking amazing, and its my pleasure to have gotten your first orgasm my dear.” He whispered into my ear huskily, kissing my lips while lifted himself up, my legs dropping back onto the bed, his sweat dripping down all over my body, he looked down at me and sneered at my facial expressions whilst pushing more of his cock into me until I felt his balls on the outside of my vagina, the smug bastard was able to fit all of himself inside of me, and holy shit it fucking hurt.
Sykes had completely stretched me out and from the look on his face, he was overjoyed with this accomplishment of his, while I hopelessly squirmed underneath him, squeezing my eyes shut for a moment, as the rest of my body screamed out in pain.
Just when I thought I could catch my breath, the son of bitch started sliding in and out of me with such force, that I thought I was getting ripped apart from the inside out as each thrust became more and more intense until he stiffened up whilst bringing a hand into my hair, he grabbed a fistful of it as we came nose-to-nose with each other.
“Getting you pregnant isn’t on my to-do list so, I’m going to be generous to your vagina just this once, you have a choice to either wear my semen or you swallow it. You better hurry up though because I’m not quite too sure how long he can be held back before my semen gets you pregnant.” Sykes said while slowly pulling his cock out of me, a damn smirk on his face as he was pulling out of me.
You son of a bitch. I thought to myself as I felt him tightening his grip on my hair to the point that with each tug, I was sliding out of him even more until, finally his head was out of my vagina while I let out a gasp turned moan once the realization at just how much that hurt while his hand released its grip on my hair, and without a second thought my mouth was around his cock while I waited on his sweet, salty semen once again, this time it was my choice, and even then I shouldn’t feel this way towards this bastard of a man, I think I enjoyed his cock in my mouth, from the wrinkles on his balls to the veins on his cock, the feeling of how my small mouth wrapped perfectly around his cock felt right to me, as I looked up him through his pot belly, waiting on his semen.
Giving me a look of disapproval, Sykes let out a sigh while placing a hand on the back of my hand. “What a shame, I was hoping to see my work all over that beautiful small body of yours. However, it’s nice to see that you enjoy your boss's semen, what a good teachable kitten you’re turning out to be for me.” He said lustfully to me as he released his semen into my mouth, smirking as he watched me swallow all of it in one gulp while letting go of the back of my head, keeping his eyes trained on me while I threw myself onto his bed, panting in the afterglow of my deflowering no thanks to this bastard.
Leaning down, Sykes gave me a kiss on the lips while roughly grabbing the oversized bath towel out from under me then, picking me up, he removed my side of the covers on his bed while loosely tucking me in with expectation of my right ankle, feeling something heavy being placed around it, he tucked my ankle back under the covers. “You’ve just paid off one-eighth of your debt Ms. Moore.” I heard him say while my eyes closed before I drifted off to sleep, Sykes lighting a fresh cigar up was the last thing that I remember…
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End of Eliza's P.O.V
Chapter 4: Chapter Three.
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~Inside Sykes’ Home, the Next Morning~
I woke up the next morning in excruciating pain from in between my legs, as I let out a hiss of a pain while I got up from the bed and walked towards the spare dark green bathrobe, my nostrils were instantly filled with cigar smoke and a very potent rich man’s cologne, which actually smelled quite nice, as I slipped on the bathrobe while opening the bedroom door, not surprised to see DeSoto laying outside the bedroom door. “Good morning DeSoto, let me guess you’re master sent you up here to guard me?” I asked him scoffing afterwards as I stepped over him while heading down the stairs, hearing Dean Martin playing softly from somewhere downstairs, DeSoto was right on my heels.
Stopping at the second to last stair, I looked down at my ankle and saw something locked around it, I’m assuming this was a replacement for whatever he placed around this ankle last night, continuing down the stairs, DeSoto telling me in his own way to follow him, which I did because I had no fucking idea where I was going.
Stopping at a room not far from the front door, Desoto looked at me, silently telling me ‘this is where my master is and this is where you should be to’ before he laid down right outside the room’s entrance.
Giving him a small smile, I walked into the room and saw that Sykes was dressed in a charcoal suit with a black tie on, sitting on a bar stool reading this morning’s newspaper while sipping on coffee in a massive oversized mug of course.
Noticing that I had entered the kitchen, he put the newspaper down while simultaneously putting his coffee down, and motioned me to come to him, and I did so reluctantly. Wrapping an arm around my waist, he pulled me close to him while placing a kiss on my lips then caressed my cheek with his thumb after he broke away from the kiss. “Do you think you could get use to life with here with me? All your needs/wants would be taken care of by my associates or myself. Unless you’d rather be put to work paying off your father’s debt in some much more less desirable ways, which can be arranged starting now.” He said to me, the expression on his face was dead serious, his eyes burning into mine as he spoke to me.
Well he certainly knew how to ruin the mood, as he turned the music off and waited on my answer. “I didn’t realize I had a choice in this matter Mr. Sykes, not after what happened last night.” I said coldly to him, as I tried to escape his grasp but, he just held onto me tighter.
Taking a sip from his coffee, he smirked at my words before he spoke to me, “you don’t my dearest, I just want to give you the illusion that you do, and my name is Bill, not Mr. Sykes we’re past calling each other by our last names.” Stroking my chin afterwards, chuckling as I tried to block his advances but, it was no use, this giant of man out weighed me while he maintained his strong grip around my waist.
I let out a sigh and looked at him although; I had to give it to this smug bastard, he was persistent when he wanted something or in my case someone. “Fine.” I sighed out to him as I went limp and gave him a look that said ‘you win’.
Leaning in while pressing his big fat nose against my short and small one, he let out another chuckle as if my submissiveness was a joke to him. “Fine what, Eliza?” He asked me, the tone in his voice was menacing, as he squeezed his fingers that were around my waist into my skin.
Letting out a yelp, I shot a glare at him. “Fine, I’ll stay with you, just quit hurting me you sadistic asshole!” I yelled at him, which I shouldn’t have done but it was to late my words back while I prepared to feel a slap across me face but, it never came.
Letting out a chuckle, he removed his arm from around my waist and then gave me a quick kiss on my lips before returning back to his coffee, his eyes on me the entire time. “A fiery lady, I never expected anything less from the Moore’s.” He said more to himself then to me before returning back to his newspaper. “Oh and that thing around your ankle will send you a little zap if your more than ten feet away from this house, and I’m the only one who can turn it off, I’ll take it off whenever we leave the house. Give me a few minutes and I’ll show you around the house after all, you’ll be living here to.” He added out to me.
I didn’t even have to look at him to know that there was a smirk on his face, as I let a sigh and sat next to him, and then felt one of his hands rest on my leg for a moment before he pulled out the pack of menthol cigarettes from last night, placing it on the island in front of us, he placed his zippo lighter on top of it before returning his hand to my leg.
“There’s coffee in the pot still if you want some, and there’s also some coca cola in the fridge, if that’s more to your liking my kitten, my kitchen is now your kitchen.” He said to me as he closed the newspaper and looked at the clock on the wall in front of us, which read out ten-thirty in the morning then returned to his coffee before reaching across the island and sliding a glass ashtray over to me, one of his cigars already in it, which meant he had woken up before I did, he pulled out a cigar from his breast pocket and lit it then, he placed his zippo lighter back on top of my pack of cigarettes.
Grabbing my pack of cigarettes, I opened it and pulled one out and placed it in between my lips before lighting it with Mr. Sykes’ lighter inhaling the toxic chemicals and looking at Sykes, I mean Bill.
Patting my leg, Bill let out a chuckle before getting off of the barstool and placed the hand that was on my leg on my shoulder. “So before I give you the tour, I’m going to tell you that every room expect for two bedrooms and the bathrooms have security cameras monitoring both the inside and outside of my home 24/7, my home is more protected than either Fort Drum* or Fort Hamilton* put together. Also, there’s a camera in the backyard along with an electric fence around the perimeter of the yard, oh and every window and both the front and back door has a silent alarm on it. So, any ideas of escaping well, let’s just say they should fall out of the window from your mind. Now come, Eliza let me give you the grand tour.” Was all he said as while he held his arm out for me to take, and I did once I finished my morning cigarette…
Notes:
End of Eliza's P.O.V
*Fort Drum and Fort Hamilton are both military bases in New York.
Chapter 5: Chapter Four.
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~Outside Le Crique’s, that Evening~
Handing over my keys to the valet, we made eye contact. “Take care of my car and don’t mess her up or I’ll come and find you, personally.” I said to the now scared valet while I held my arm out for Eliza to take and she did, looking down at her, I gave her a charming smile just for a moment before we walked into the entrance and gave the greeter a small smile.
“Name under your reservation sir?” The host asked me.
“Sykes, table for two.” I replied to him.
He nodded his head while telling us to follow him, and we did, it was a nice spot although, it was crowded for Tuesday night but, that wasn’t a problem as we kept following the waiter to a window seat.
Letting go of my arm Eliza was about to pull out her own chair but, the host beat her to it before I got a chance to, which made me smile on the inside as I sat across the table from her, while giving her a smile, while the host handed two menus while telling us our waiter would be with us shortly.
Taking the menu in her hands, I chuckled at the look on face as she opened up the menu while looking at it. “Sykes- I mean Bill, I appreciate the shopping trip this afternoon but, this fancy dinner is a little too much. I’m not quite sure how on earth I am suppose to pay for this, or is just going to put me in further debt to you?” She whispered out to me, as she placed her arm across the table and without hesitation hand in mine while bringing it to my lips, I kissed it and we met eyes, oh how I could get lost in those beautiful blue doe eyes but, that would hopefully come later tonight but for now, I needed to calm my kitten’s anxiety down.
“Eliza my dear, calm down like I told you today is my treat to you, no strings attached I promise.” I said to her unable to hold back the desire in voice anymore. If we weren’t in such a crowded place, I would take het at this table right now, and my manhood was in agreement with that idea because it started to grow in my grey slacks. “Besides would a real sadistic asshole treat you this way?” I added out softly to her, as I watched the expression on her face turn into an embarrassed one.
Letting go of my hand after I said that last part, she looked down at the menu before she gave an apologetic look. “I’m sorry about that remark this morning Bill. I really am.” I heard her say softly to me, as a waiter finally appeared at our table and it was about damn time to, my throat was starting to get dry, and Eliza was starting to look pretty damn appetizing as my choice of drink.
“Is the fine sir and lovely lady ready to order? Starting with drinks.” The waiter said out to us.
Drumming my fingers on the table, I signaled to Eliza that she should go ahead and order her drink first.
“I’ll have a coke with no ice, and I’d like the *Poulet Grille, please.” She said to the waiter.
Nodding his head at Eliza’s order, it was my turn. “I’ll have an *un démodé sur glace silt te plait et Foiede veau sauto, rare silvous plait.” I said to him, as he jotted everything down and asked if we wanted appetizers, I looked at Eliza, she shook her head no, and the waiter said he would be right back with our drinks.
Looking at me with mouth open she spoke to me, “you can speak French?” She exclaimed out as I took a finger and closed her mouth while placing my hand on top of hers.
“Dearest, in my line of work it helps to be a Polyglot especially if it involves money.” I said to her once our drinks came and grabbed the waiter by the arm before he could leave the table. “*Un verre d’eau avee de la glace sil vous plait.”
Nodding at my request, the waiter disappeared again. Eliza didn’t say anything, she didn’t have to because it was written all over her face, and it was a look I knew all too well, she had underestimated as a lot of people had, and most of those people were at the bottom of the New York Harbor because of it but, this kitten is different, if she died, I’m sure some people would miss her but, she wouldn’t make the front page of a newspaper. She’s a nobody, in a sea of nobodies, and I’ll keep her that way until she proves to me that she’s different. Of course she’s also the first woman that I’ve ever mixed business and pleasure but, it was too late to uncross that line. I thought to myself as I sipped on my old fashion if she weren’t here, I’d probably be drunk by now but, not tonight well, at least until we were back at home, that is. Speaking of drinking, I slid my drink over to her, and told her to try some.
“But I’m not old enough.” She protested to me and I dismissed her protest with a wave of my hand and a smile.
“Don’t worry about it dear, it’s just a sip it won’t hurt you I promise.” I said to her with another smile, as our food arrived at the table while I watched her take a quick sip before she handed me back the glass, her face contorting into a look of disgust as she quickly took a sip of her coke, which caused me to laugh a little too loudly but, I didn’t care and if anyone had a problem with it they didn’t say anything, which was a probably a good thing because our dinner just started and the only thing that I liked bloody besides my meat, was the delicious lady sitting across from me well, her vagina and virgin asshole that is.
Sliding a hand under the table, my fingers grazed her knee, which stopped her from swallowing her grilled chicken while I moved my hand further up her leg, and I gave her a smirk.
Nearly dropping her fork, she calmly put her fork down on the table before crossing her other leg on top of my hand. “What are you doing Bill; we’re at dinner, in a public place of all things?” She whispered out to me through clenched teeth as she swallowed her chicken.
I shrugged at her words before looking into her blue eyes. “My appetite has changed, I don’t want my calf liver anymore, I would rather have you instead so hurry up and eat your chicken before I lay my money down on the table, while carrying you out of here on my shoulder.” I confessed to her, ignoring the throbbing that was happening in between my legs.
Sticking her tongue out at me playfully, she muttered something under breath and started chowing down on her chicken like she hadn’t eaten in a week instead of a few hours.
Squeezing her leg, I motioned for the waiter to come to our table and he asked if everything was okay, and I told him everything was fine before handing him two hundred dollars while gulping down the last of my old fashion, and getting my hand out from in between her legs, I stood up while I held my arm out for her, and we left dinner early. Hoping that punk from valet didn’t do any damage to my car..
Notes:
End of Sykes' P.O.V
*Poulet Grille is French for grilled chicken
*un démodé sur glace silt te plait et Foiede veau sauto, rare silvous plait is French for an old-fashioned on ice please and sautéed calf's liver, rare please
Chapter 6: Chapter Five. The Breaks
Chapter Text
~Inside Sykes’ Home, later that Evening~
I came down the stairs in one of Bill’s bathrobes, it was quiet, a little too quiet which meant Bill must be in his office, which meant, I was going to be alone most of the night. “Stupid Bill, spoiling my dinner because he was horny, and I was enjoying my chicken to.” I said out to myself, the tone in my voice was one of disappointment while I headed into the kitchen in search of some food because, unlike him I was still hungry hopefully, this man kept some actual food in here, and not just coffee and cola.
Opening the walk-in pantry door, I walked in and let out a sigh of relief. Bill actually has food in here, I’m surprised, I was about to grab some raisins and some Frosted Flakes but, hearing Roscoe’s nails echo off the hardwood floor in the hall, and Bill’s dress shoes right behind him. “Oh for fucks sake!” I shouted in the pantry, as I felt Bill’s hand on my shoulder, and I spun around on my tippy-toes, and was about to tell he could bite me but, when I looked up into his black eyes, I could tell he was about to go somewhere.
Taking the raisins and the Frosted Flakes out of my hands, he put them both back on the shelf behind me then, wrapped his hands around my waist while kissing me deeply on the lips. “Get dressed, let’s go for a drive kitten and maybe grab a bite to eat while were out.” He said to me once he broke the kiss while leading me out of the pantry and out of the kitchen, and back up the stairs to his room, “wear something casual.” He added to me, as he playfully smacked my ass, while he leaned on the door frame of his bedroom, which was kind of funny because he is such a giant of a man.
Rolling my eyes at his request, I slid the bathrobe off while tossing it to a nearby chair, I walked into his- I mean- our bedroom closet, and grabbed a t-shirt and a pair of black acid-washed jeans, and was about to grab black bra and matching panties out of the dresser next to his bed but, he saw my t-shirt and walked into the room, took it out of my hands and hung it back in the closet then pulled out a black crop top instead. My nostrils flared at his choice for a top. Oh this is lame. I can dress myself! I thought to myself, as I angrily took the damn crop top out of his hands while stomping my way back to dresser and a pulled out a black bra and matching panties before holding them up for to him inspect. “Is this okay you controlling prick?” I exasperated to him, giving him a look that said ‘I’m over this shit’.
Frowning at my words, Bill didn’t reply, he just laughed at my words before collecting himself and returning to his normal business self. “Just get dressed kitten, I’ll be downstairs waiting.” Was all he said to me while he left the bedroom and headed down stairs.
I wanted to scream once he left the room, it hasn’t even been a week and he all ready knew how and where to push my buttons. “That arrogant, smug gobshite*!” I mumbled out to myself, as I got dressed and put on a pair of socks then pulled out a pair of Doc Martens from the walk in closet, just to spite him before I headed down the stairs to meet him…
~Thirty minutes later, inside the 24/7 diner~
“Why are we here Bill?” I whispered out to him, as I leaned as far as I could back into the booth, silently thanking whoever the hell was watching over me, that the diner was empty of customers and that nobody I knew was working tonight well, expect for my fucking manger/owner Frank and the poor cook Eddie who was in the back. I could tell it he was here because he had some kind of rock music on while he was working.
Bill didn’t say anything to me; he just patted my knee while calling a waitress over that I didn’t know.
Popping her gum, the waitress looked mostly at Bill, and I didn’t like the look she was giving him, if her mouth was open, there would likely be drool hanging out of it, I ignored this, it’s not like Bill and myself were a couple, not that it would matter after finished paying off my debt to him, I’m sure Bill would be done with me, and I would end up in a back alley somewhere probably barely breathing. “What can I get you two?” She asked Bill then to me, as she popped her gum while she spoke, her notepad out and ready for our order.
“I’ll take a black coffee and the lady will have a coke with no ice. Oh and can I see your manager?” He asked her with no emotion in his voice adding, “here’s your money for the drinks and a generous tip for you as well but, it would be wise if you and the cook clocked out early.” He whispered out that last part to her, as he handed her five hundred dollars, she understood the message while calling over Frank then pocketing the money; she hurried into the kitchen, probably to get Eddie and herself out of here.
“What’s going on Bill, what does Frank have to do with any of this?” I asked him through clenched teeth while I felt myself starting to sweat bullets, at the possibilities of what could happen ran through my mind.
Bill didn’t say anything; he just kept his hand in his coat pocket while Frank approached out table.
Meeting each other’s eyes Frank was about to say something to me when he saw me but, before he could, Bill pulled out his gun, and shot Frank in the stomach twice.
Sliding out of the booth, Bill stepped over Frank’s body, gun in hand, telling me to get out of the booth and go back to the car.
Gulping I did just as I was told to do, still in shock at what just happened. Exiting the diner, I head Bill say, “this is from the Don, he wishes you a pleasant trip to hell you son of bitch.” Before shooting Frank two more times.
“What the fuck?” I whispered out to myself, as I just stood outside the diner doors.
Bill looked for a light switch, and he flipped the lights off when he found one then flipped the “open” sign to “closed”, and walked out of the diner, his gun put away in the pocket of his coat while he got out a handkerchief out, and wiped the blood off of my forehead, that I didn’t realize I had gotten on me, before finding a clean spot and wiping the blood off of his glasses then, putting them back on, he grabbed my waist while calmly but quickly walking us both back to his car.
Opening my door, he gently pushed me in the passenger’s seat while buckling me in, he shut my door afterwards then walked around the backside of his car, he opened the trunk and tossed a Molotov cocktail at the diner, as he shut the trunk of his car then, walked to the driver’s side and opened the door, he got in and started the car before he shut the door. “This is what I do for a job Eliza.” He said out to me, while he lit a cigar in between his lips and we drove off to who knows where with silence between us…
Notes:
End of Eliza's P.O.V
*Gobshite means a mean and contemptible person, especially a braggart or a stupid and incompetent person. It’s also Irish slang.
The Breaks is by Kurtis Blow and was released in 1980.
Chapter 7: Chapter Six.
Chapter Text
~A Week Later, Inside Sykes’ Home~
A series of knocks on the guest bedroom door woke me up from my slumber, turning over and looking at the alarm clock on the nightstand, it read out six-thirty in the morning. Letting out a sigh, I slipped on an oversized t-shirt from the night before then, turned on the light on the nightstand, eyeing the chocolates, and the assortment of now dead lilies, carnations, camellias, and roses, I ran a hand through my hair while I grabbed a cigarette from the pack then lit and answered the door, avoiding any eye contact with Bill before I spoke to him. “Yes Bill? You do realize that it’s six-thirty in the morning, right? If you’re expecting a sign of affection from me, it’s not happening, I’m still conflicted about what happened at the diner last week.” I said to him, as I took a rather long drag off of my cigarette before I crossed my arms over my chest, the tone in my voice was one of agitation, as I flicked the ashes into a nearby glass ashtray, silently thanking Bill that he hadn’t put the monitoring device around my ankle when we had gotten back from the diner.
Not saying a word, Bill let out a sigh while handing me this morning’s newspaper about a corner store robbery that happened three days before Bill showed up at my apartment. “This is this morning’s paper and I figured you’d want to take a look at it, I’m sorry kitten, I really am.” He said softly to me as I took the newspaper out of his hands before he walked away in the direction of the kitchen with Roscoe right behind him.
If this is his way of apologizing, I still can’t forgive him. I thought to myself, as I put my cigarette out in the nearby glass ashtray before scanning the newspaper, and it felt like time had stopped, there was a picture of my mother and the convenient store she works at well, worked at now.
“Fiona Moore local nightshift store clerk, killed in robbery, suspect still at large.” I read out loud as I dropped the newspaper on the floor, stomping on it while quickly walking into the kitchen and seeing the bastard sitting at the island with his morning coffee, I pushed it out of his hand, causing the oversized mug to shatter all over the hardwood floor of his kitchen before, I raised my arm backwards to do what I’ve wanted to do to him since he brought me here, I slapped the shit out of him as hard as I could. “And you’re lucky it wasn’t your balls mhic a' chóin*!” I managed to get out before I nearly fell backwards but, wrapped an arm around my waist before I could hit the floor.
Shaking his head, Bill grimaced from the slap, as he pulled me into his chest then, rubbed my back. “Look I know your conflicted about what happened last Monday night but, that doesn’t mean starve yourself until you think I’m at work or I’m in bed, you resilient, obstinate, bella signorina *. You’re worth more to me alive then dead. However, if you really want to die, I know quicker more efficient ways then what you’re doing.” He said quietly to me, as he kept rubbing my back then kissing my forehead afterwards, as he ignored the tear staining his dark red suit.
That slap wasn’t only because of my repressed emotions/feelings, that slap was the thing that finally sent me over the edge. “Please tell me it’s not true Bill, it can’t be my mother is still alive.” I whispered out to him, my voice cracking at the end.
Bringing my face up to his, so we touched noses, he looked into my eyes, and I knew right there and then, that what the newspaper had said was true, the last of my family in America was gone, and I was now alone with no family to speak of here while I bawled my eyes out in Bill’s arms..
I let out a sigh and looked at the clock in the living room as Bill handed me his brick phone before giving me a kiss on the forehead then a kiss on the lips, as he walked out of the living room, taking both double doors and then gently closing them behind him, the clock read out eleven in the morning.
Lighting a cigarette, I took a quick drag off of it and made the dreaded phone call to my aintín* in Ireland, trying to block out the dreadful earful that I was about to receive because her sister and I stopped contacting her ever since we fell into debt, no thanks to my worthless father.
“Aintín, I love you too, yes I’ll be okay I promise.” I said serenely to her, as I lit up another cigarette, I was starting to get a headache and my right ear was hurting from her ass-chewing that she gave me. Mama, are you sure aintín Saoirse and seanmháthair* Deirdre weren’t the real reason you left your homeland? Because if they are then I don’t blame you. I thought to myself, trying desperately to get aunt Saoirse off the phone because I’m pretty sure this was going to cost an arm and leg in money for Bill, not like this phone was something I could never afford not in my lifetime at least.
“Neacht*, is tú mo ghrá* feicfidh mé go luath thú* gealltanas*?” She asked me through her wailing over the phone, I could hear my uncle trying to coax her off the phone as well.
Letting out a sigh, I took one last drag off of my cigarette before I put it out in the glass ashtray and rubbed my fingers against my forehead. Seriously Aunt Saoirse, I have to go! I yelled in my head, she was making me craiceáilte*. “Okay aintín Saoirse, I’ll try my best to get us both over there Slán go fóill* to you all.” I quickly said to her before hanging up on her, I looked at the living room clock and let out a groan, I had been on the brick phone with her longer then I wanted to, it was not one o’ clock in the afternoon, I had been on the phone with her for two hours! Ninety minutes way over then I wanted to be.
Standing from the couch, I gently placed the phone on the coffee table and walked over to the French double doors and them all the way before I turned around and opened a door that led to the indoor pool/backyard, walking towards the deep end of the pool, I tipped myself backwards yelling out shit as the water and I became one along with my clothes, not that I cared at this point as I heard DeSoto sound the alarm to Bill and Roscoe that something wasn’t right with me.
Shut the fuck up DeSoto and let me be damn it! I shouted in my head as I floated to the top of the water with closed eyes, knowing that Bill would be here soon, and I hoped he would find this funny before I told him that we would unfortunately have to go back to the “shithole apartment” as he called it, to collect my mother’s things but, first things first, how in the hell am I going to persuade him that my aunt and the rest of my family needed/wanted both my mother and I to return to my mother’s home town in Kilkenny, Ireland…
Notes:
End of Eliza's P.O.V
*mhic a' chóin means son of bitch in Irish Gaelic
*bella signorina means young lady in Italian
* Aintín means aunt in Irish Gaelic
* Seanmháthair means grandmother in Irish Gaelic
* Neacht means niece in Irish Gaelic
* Tú mo ghrá means you are my love in Irish Gaelic
* Feicfidh mé go luath thú means see you soon in Irish Gaelic
* Gealltanas means promise in Irish Gaelic
* Craiceáilte means crazy in Irish Gaelic
* Slán go fóill means good bye for now in Irish Gaelic
Chapter 8: Chapter Seven.
Chapter Text
~Outside Eliza’s Apartment, later that evening~
Putting out the cigarette in the nearly full ashtray, I turned my head then looked into Bill’s black eyes as I opened the car door, I pushed a button on my seat and the seat came forward while Roscoe and DeSoto both joined me for protection then, I shut the car door, walking towards my apartment, I let out a sigh while looking at the ‘caution’ tape hung up all around the door frame, and the fucking cheap bastard that was my land lord didn’t bother to fix front door that Bill had kicked in go figure, reaching the front door, I was about to go in when DeSoto walked in front of me to check it out before me, whilst I stood there and waited until he came back to tell me in his own way, that the apartment was safe to go in. I’ve got thirty minutes to gather everything that my mother would want to take with her to her final resting place. I thought to myself as I stepped over while letting another sigh then flipping a switch over my shoulder, I looked over the living room and was relieved to see that nothing was stolen that I could see, as I quickly went to the bedroom that my mother and I once shared as I approached her mattress and bent down while dragging out our mini safe into the light, dialing in the combination. I quickly grabbed our passports, my grandmother’s crucifix and rosary; I also snagged both of our birth certificates and anything else that I thought would be important before I moved onto the closet and reached up to grab a photo album along with a box of family heirlooms, I stopped for a moment just to look at our clothes as a tear slid down my cheek at the memories that we shared here, I blew off the sadness that was starting to bubble up before leaving the room and the apartment all together, Roscoe suddenly jumping in front of me, as I stood a few feet away from Bill’s car.
Turning my gaze to where was Roscoe was growling, my anxiety was about to take over, coming down the sidewalk was the one person I was hoping to avoid my land lord Carlos Davis. “Mother fucker, this just isn’t my night, is it.” I whispered out to myself, as I turned around to look for Bill but, he wasn’t in the driver’s seat and his car was still running with his door opened.
“Eliza, get in the car and stay there.” I heard him say from behind me, the tone in his voice was more of annoyance then anything while Carlos approached us.
Ignoring Bill, Carlos was about to open his mouth when Bill reached out from in front of me and laid a hand on my ex land lord’s shoulder, and I took that as my signal to hurry back to the safety of Bill’s car.
Hopping in the backseat of the car, I was about to shut the door when DeSoto jumped in and turned around and facing Bill’s back, he watched the scene unfold in front of him, his teeth bared just in case things went sideways.
“Who the fuck are you business man? I just want to speak to my tenant about why the fuck,-” but before Carlos finish his sentence, Bill punched him in the face while reaching into his suit pocket and pulled something out, and that was all I could stand to watch, I already knew what was next, Bill was doing his job.
Hearing two gunshots a couple of minutes later, I let out a breath that I hadn’t realized I had been holding in, as I placed all the items that I had collected from the apartment in the back seat before climbing out of the back seat and letting Roscoe jump in before I manually pushed the seat back, and sat back in the passenger seat then, lit a cigarette while rolling the window, inhaling in the chemicals, I put my seat belt on and waited on Bill to return to.
Bill returned twenty minutes later calm and collected as if he hadn’t just killed my now ex land lord. “You okay kitten?” He asked me once he was in the car and buckled in then he put the car in reverse and we headed to who knows where, his hand running up and down my leg.
I looked at him while putting the cigarette out in the ashtray, that really needed to be emptied. “I’m fine Bill, it’s just you can’t keep killing-,” he stopped me by pulling the car over and roughly kissing my lips.
“I have orders kitten, and I don’t question my orders.” He said coldly to me once he broke off the kiss adding out, “now let’s drop off the dogs at home along with your mother’s stuff, and grab a bite to eat, just the two of us besides, you needed to get out of the house anyways kitten.”
Letting out a sigh, I crossed my arms over my chest and looked at him with a smile, shaking my head afterwards. “Fine with me.” I said to him as I uncrossed my arms and held onto the hand that was caressing my leg.
Nodding his head, Bill put the gear shift back in drive and away we drove…
Notes:
End of Eliza's P.O.V
Chapter 9: Chapter Eight.
Chapter Text
~Outside Don Genovese’s home, two days later~
“Remember what we talked about kitten.” Bill warned me, the tone in his voice was menacing, while he put the car in park behind the line of parked cars, he then turned the car off before pulling the keys out of the ignition while opening his door.
Once Bill got out and closed his door, I let out a sigh, we haven’t stepped into his don’s home and I was shaking like a leaf unlike Bill, I wasn’t accustomed to this and no matter how much we talked or practiced, it wouldn’t matter if I fell apart right in front of the don and his family, I unbuckled my seatbelt trying to stay out of my head, as Bill opened the passenger door as well as holding his hand out for me to take, and I do so reluctantly while stepping out and onto the circular driveway, while getting a look at the exterior of the don’s house – I mean – mansion, it was a breath taking three story white mansion, with windows on every floor, a huge wrap around porch with chairs placed all over the porch while the front door was a see through stained glass French door with a crescent moon window above the door.
Nudging me gently in the ribs, I snapped out of the trance that I was in as we headed to the front door, Bill pressing a button on the side of the door, which I assumed was the doorbell. “Relax kitten, Don Genovese isn’t going to bite you although, his wife Isabella might she’s-,” he cut himself off when a dark-haired lady in a blue low-cut spaghetti strap dress answered the door, a smile on her face when she saw us. “Bill, it’s been too long!” The lady said to him with a very thick Italian accent as Bill let go of my hand and they air kissed each other’s cheeks before she turned her attention to me. “You’re absolutely darling, - I’m sorry you must excuse me, my name is Isabella, Isabella Genovese.” She said to me before inviting us in while she and I air kissed before she closed the front door behind us, the smell of food sent my stomach into a frenzy, which caused both Bill and Isabella to laugh.
“I’m sorry-,” Isabella cut my apology off with a wave of her perfectly manicured hands.
Letting go of my arm, Bill excused himself from us and headed towards a set of closed office doors. Knocking on the doors, he walked in and the room erupted into cheers while he closed the office doors behind him, leaving Isabella and I alone.
Taking me by my arm, Isabella let me in the direction of where the smell of food was coming from, our heels echoing off the hardwood floor. “You’ll meet my husband later for now, please have a snack and something to drink, we have wine, water Aranciata*, and I think a coke a cola. Please sit where ever you want.” She said to me, as two young females walked in from outside, with two wine glasses filled with something bubbly in them.
Seeing a glass bottle of Aranciata, I took it and was about to open it when one of the young females took it from my hands then, opened it with a bottle opener and handed it back to me.
“You must be signorina* Moore, my papa has talked a lot about you, my name is Luna, I am the second youngest of the Genovese family.” She said to me as we met eyes, her eyes were green, and she had on a dress to match but, she wasn’t wearing any shoes.
“Come on Luna, let’s go!” Her friend whined out to her, her speech starting to slur together while she stood between the kitchen and a hallway, as she kept tapping her heel repeatedly on the floor while talking to her.
Rolling her eyes at her friend’s words, Luna gave me a small smile, as she exited out of the kitchen before they headed up the stairs while laughing together.
Letting out a scoff, Isabella glared at the two girls’ laughter as they went up the stairs together. “Keep it down you two and do not disturb your father, you know how he gets when he’s disturbed.” She shouted to the two girls before muttering something under her breath in Italian, as she resumed chopping up vegetables alongside an older woman with short black hair.
“Lei e allergica al pesec o manzo*?” The older woman asked Isabella, as she started cutting up tomatoes on a cutting board near her.
“Mamma, she’s allergic to seafood, not beef. That’s why we’re making spaghetti as well.” Isabella sighed out to her mother.
Biting my lip, I was about to step outside for some air and a smoke break when a tan Mastiff approached me, as we looked at each other, he sat down right in front of me, just looking up at me.
“Dante, she’s a guest now get out of the kitchen!” Isabella shouted at the dog, who got back up and headed back outside. “Don’t worry about him signorina Moore, he’s harmless, he’s just ficcanaso* that’s all. Go outside and enjoy some fresh air, if Bill comes, I’ll tell him your outside.” She added out to me, as she gestured for me to get out of the kitchen.
“Yes ma’am.” I said as I headed out through a set of back doors, and stood on the back porch before opening my purse and walking down the porch, I found my cigarettes and a lighter, pulling out a cigarette; I lit it and inhaled the chemicals, thankful for the peace and quiet. I wasn’t expecting this, they all seem very nice. I thought to myself, as I took a seat in one of the chairs placed outside on the porch…
Notes:
End of Eliza's P.O.V
* Aranciata is an orange soda like Fanta
* Signorina means Ms.
* Papa means father
* Lei ė allergica al pesec o manzo means is she allergic to seafood or beef
* Ficcanaso means nosy
Chapter 10: Chapter Nine.
Chapter Text
~A couple of hours later, inside Don Genovese’s’ office~
Air kissing both of Don Genovese’s cheeks, I lowered myself and kissed his pinky ring while he gestured for me to sit across from him and I did.
Lighting up a cigar, Don Genovese leaned across the table. “Signorina Moore, other then the fact that you are a very bellissima* young lady, I can see why fratello*Sykes has taken a liking towards you but, that’s not why you are today, is it Signorina Moore?” He asked me, our blue eyes meeting for the first time.
Feeling Bill’s hand on my shoulder, I took a deep breath and then exhaled it a moment later. I was the only woman in this office surrounded by all these men in fancy suits, to say I was intimated by all of this would be an understatement. “No Don Genovese, that’s not why I’m here-,” I stopped talking when he raised his hand up.
Inhaling and quickly exhaling his cigar smoke, Don Genovese stood up from his desk and started walking around, the Don was about 6’7 with short grey hair slicked back and like Bill, he too had a pot belly. “Signorina Moore, I know why you are here, you’ve come to ask for passage to Ireland for you and your dearly departed mother. However, I can’t grant that request not without contacting some outside people, people that I don’t usually associate myself with, as they have a reputation that might come back to haunt me.” He confessed to me while he pour himself two drinks before walking back towards the front of his desk, handing me the other drink, I took it from him, telling him thank you afterwards.
I let out a sigh while looking up at Bill, he could see the disappointment written all over my face while I gulped down the drink and stood up turning on my heel. “Thank you very much Don Genovese.” I whispered out to him, as I handed the empty glass to one of the men before I almost exited the office but, Bill stopped me by grabbing onto my arm and pulling me back towards his chest.
“Don Vincent, what if I personally traveled to Hell’s Kitchen and asked the Westies for their assistance? I know you and Mr. Cormac don’t exactly get along but, surely he and I can reach some sort of agreement.” Don Genovese’s eldest son Luca said from the back of the office while his two other sons Lorenzo and Vinny nodded their heads in agreement.
Eyeing his sons, don Genovese put his fingers on his forehead and rubbed them together. “And what if Mr. Cormac sees you and decides to kill you Luca, what then? I lose my successor and your mother loses her first born son. That’s not a risk that I’m willing to take my son, the Westies and I-,” but the don cut himself off with a sigh.
Bill pulled out a cigar and lit it. “Don Vincent farebbe di tutto per famiglia* or prima la famiglia * isn’t that what you’ve always told me?” He said to him while he wrapped an arm around my waist adding, “I have been your loyal right hand man for decades, I’ve done everything that you’ve asked me to do, and now Ms. Moore has come to me for a favor, one that I can’t accept without because it would require me to go overseas and if something were to happen-,” but Don Genovese cut him off with a wave of his hand.
“Fratello Sykes, I’ll let Luca handle this one but, I’m going to need signorina Moore to go with him, maybe Mr. Cormac will be more sympathetic if she goes along, after all she’s Irish is she not?” He said out to Sykes with a sigh.
Nodding his head at the don’s words, Bill eyed his half-smoked cigar and smashed it out in a glass ashtray nearby. “I understand Don Vincent Grazie*!” He said out to him, as Bill sat me back in the chair while the two men met eyes.
Placing his hand on Bill’s cheek, don Genovese lightly patted it. “Ti voglio bene* fratello Sykes but, what about the soldi* signorina Moore owes you- owes me? I’ve been patient these last couple of years but, I’m afraid my patience is running out. Once you two come back from Ireland. I’ll find her job, in one of my restaurants something legal, something that keeps her safe, something that keeps under the watchful eyes of my family, understood fratello Sykes?” He said to him, as he smiled at him after speaking but, his blue eyes were sending Bill a warning.
“Understood Don Vincent.” He said to him, the tone in voice waivered for just a moment as the two men stepped back from each other.
Turning his attention back towards me, the Don sat on his desk, his arms folded across his chest. “Signorina Moore starting from this moment on your debt has been transferred from Bill to me.” He said to me as he took my hand in his, rubbing his thumb across my skin.
“Yes Don Genovese I will work hard for you.” I said to him, kissing his hand afterwards until he removed it from my lips.
Nodding his head at my words, he gestured for Bill and I to leave, the business between the three of us was over and I was ready to go home and take everything off, these heels were killing me, and the eyes that I felt on me made me very uncomfortable…
Notes:
End of Eliza's P.O.V
*Bellissima means very beautiful (it’s the feminine form of bellissimo, which is the male form of beautiful)
* Fratello means brother
* Farebbe di tutto per famiglia means would do anything for the family
* Prima la famiglia means family first
* Grazie means thank you in
* Ti voglio bene means I love you but, in a platonic way
* Soldi means money
Also this is not how I envisoned this chapter to go but, this is the result.
Huge shoutout to JuliaFC to helping me with the correct translations of all of these Italian words into English, thank you so much!
Chapter 11: Chapter Ten.
Chapter Text
~Flashback, Two Weeks Ago, outside the 24/7 diner~
Taking a draw off of my smooth, earthy cigar, I exhaled the smoke and watched the thick clouds of smoke escape from my lips. It was five past twelve, Eliza should’ve been out here by now but, she wasn’t. What the fuck was taking her so long? Was that scumbag owner/manager Frank Walsh harassing her again?
“Don’t fucking blow your cover Bill. Don Vincent only told you to follow Ms. Moore until the time was right to take her out and then the Moore account would be closed.” I said out loud to myself, as I thought about taking out Walsh and Davis next, the don wasn’t very happy with those two cocksuckers either so I was tasked with killing them afterwards.
Hearing Roscoe let out a growl from behind me, I eyed him in the mirror, it seemed Ms. Moore was finally off the clock, as I watched her walk out of the alleyway where the staff exited when their shifts were over, she would then walk back to her shithole apartment that she shared with her mother.
She was so plain, so tiny, so vulnerable and yet I wanted to protect her even if it meant disobeying orders from the don, which would more then likely cost me my life. “Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy. What the fuck are you doing Bill, she’s just a young girl, that nobody would miss expect for Fiona, her mother would be so heartbroken that she would join her daughter in death, maybe or maybe not. Fiona was a tough old gal, you would figure after three heart attacks, that she would up and die but, no she’s still alive.” I said out loud to myself while I started the car up and quickly made a U-turn while tailing Eliza.
Eyeing the loaded pistol in the passenger seat, I disposed of my nearly finished cigar in the ashtray underneath my radio; I let out an irritated sigh. Patience wasn’t my virtue, and it never would be, not when my person of interest was right in front of my line of sight. Licking my lips at the thoughts of having Eliza underneath me, helpless and powerless to do anything expect moan, I chuckled as I felt my cock grow hard in my pants. Well it appears I’ll need to handle my erection soon, damn that girl, just the thought of her makes me hard, imagine what she’ll feel like-, I cut my thoughts off, as I turned down the same corner that Eliza walked down. “Don Vincent’s going to cut my dick off when I tell him for the first time, that I can’t finish the job.” I mumbled out loud to myself while I entered through the apartment gates although, this complex was a fucking joke, security was non-existent and the gate was broken down, I couldn’t wait to get rid of fucking Carlos Davis, the cock-sucking landlord of this place so, one of Don Vincent’s sons could take over and turn this shit hole apartment complex into whatever he wanted.
Putting my car in park, I watched Eliza go inside her apartment and close the door behind her before I put the car in reverse while making a circle and headed back towards the apartment complex entrance, my job was over for the night, I had been following Eliza for long enough now, that I knew her schedule down to a t, right now she was probably smoking her last cigarette for the morning then, taking her clothes off before she jumped in the shower to wash off today’s events before she headed to bed.
Eliza Moore, so plain, so predictable and yet I was going to make her mine rather she liked it or not, no matter the cost…
Notes:
End of Sykes' P.O.V
Chapter 12: Chapter Eleven. In the Mood
Chapter Text
~Inside Sykes’ Home, later that night~
I nervously knocked on Bill’s office door, I knew better then to disturb him when he was working, he made that quite clear to me when he gave me the tour of his home.
It was quiet for a minute before Bill told me to come in and close the office door behind him, and I almost did before Roscoe exited the room then I shut the office door behind me.
Slamming the phone down, the expression on Bill’s face softened as he motioned for me to take a seat and I was about to take a seat in the chair across from his desk but he patted his thigh so, I sat on his thigh instead and before I could say anything, Bill pulled me into his lap and we started to make out, his tongue pushing its way into my mouth, his tongue sent chills up and down my spine but, in a good way. Despite his age, Bill knew how to make me turn into putty in his skilled hands.
Breaking the kiss, Bill wrapped one of his massive hands around the back of my neck, his breathing ragged as he moved his head down to my collar bone and placing kisses all along my collar bone, while moving me from his thigh to his desk. Placing me on the edge of it, he pressed his nose against mine while I looked into his eyes. “Before I get to carried away, Don Vincent called just now, he said Cormac will meet with you and Luca in a couple of days, apparently the Westies have an interest in you although, I’m too sure why.” He told me as he took my shirt off while unbuckling his slacks and letting them fall around his ankles, his member already erect.
“Okay Bill.” I said softly to him, as I shivered when my nipples met the cool air from either the celling fan above us or from the air vents across the room.
Taking his tie off, Bill’s gaze dropped to my semi stiff nipples and he licked his lips at the sight of them using his other hand, he slid off my sweat pants and panties in one fell swoop while he slid out of his suit, leaving him only in his dress shirt but, it didn’t take him long to dispose of that in the chair behind him where his suit laid underneath it in a pile. “I’ve been patiently waiting for this, for you to come to me of your own accord kitten and now that you’re here, I’m going to use and abuse every last inch of you, and that includes that tight virgin asshole of yours. I told you that I was going to make you mine and I intend to keep my word, and I don’t give a shit if you like or not, you’re mine and that’s that.” Was all he said to me, as he pressed the tip of his cock at the entrance of my hairy vagina, roughly kissing my lips, he shoved it into my vagina as I let out a cross between a yelp and a moan when his cock entered inside of me.
I was about to wrap my arms around his neck but, he grabbed my wrists and laid me out on his office desk, if I didn’t know any better, I would say that he enjoyed me being helplessness underneath him, as if I didn’t know who was in control here. I might be helpless but, I wasn’t stupid enough to challenge him inside of the bedroom, this was domain, not mine.
Making sure I couldn’t go anywhere, he looked down at my nipples and started sucking on one until my nipple was as stiff as a board then, he moved onto the other one while making sure I could feel every thrust of his cock.
Unable to hold back my moans any longer, I let them fill the office. This man enjoyed me underneath him as he let out several groans, I knew it wouldn’t be too long before he was ready to come and my mouth would be put to good use soon or so I thought.
Letting out a hiss, Bill let go of my wrists before pulling his cock out of my vagina, and I swore that I was bleeding once he was fully out of me. Pressing his lips to mine, he smirked at me afterwards before he gently or as gently as he could, turn me over on my stomach, his cock teasing the opening of my rectum.
Snapping to what was about to happen, I was about to say something when he laid his hand on one of my ass cheeks and rubbing it, he roughly inserted his cock into my anus, and I thought having him inside of my vagina was bad, this bastard was going to tear me in two with just his cock.
Fuck me! I shouted out in my head as I let out another yelp then letting out a whine as the pain hit me like a ton of bricks. Well so much for being able to walk straight tonight. I thought to myself as Bill started thrusting inside my rectum and it wasn’t too long after that, that he came inside my ass and I felt his hot load inside of my rectum. “You’re a son of a bitch!” I managed to get out as I laid the side of my head at his desk while I just moaned and whined underneath him.
Chuckling at my words, he just kept going and going until I felt more of his hot semen in my rectum and that was all I remember before I passed out…
Notes:
End of Eliza's P.O.V
*In the Mood is a song by Rush off of their 1974 self-titled album
Chapter 13: Chapter Twelve.
Chapter Text
~Inside Sykes’ Home, Two Days Later, Early in the Morning~
Slipping a bath robe on, I exited the bedroom that Bill and I shared as I looked down for DeSoto but, he wasn’t in his usual spot, hearing laughter coming from downstairs, I understood why. It appears we had a guest this morning, tying the sash tighter around my waist; I looked down to make sure there wasn’t any flesh showing from my robe thankful, that I could wear sweat pants comfortably now, I headed down the stairs wondering who our guest was.
Standing at the bottom of the stairs, I saw both Roscoe and DeSoto lying outside the kitchen as I saw that it was Don Genovese, Luca and their bodyguards, as the scent of coffee filled my nostrils, I took one last step into the kitchen where the men sat. “Good morning gentlemen.” I said to them, as the laughter that once filled this room disappeared and they all grew quiet.
Bill was standing up near the coffee pot, sipping on his morning coffee when he saw me and put his coffee cup down before heading to my side and embracing me, lowering his head, he gave me our morning kiss. “Good morning Eliza, did our laughter wake you? Don Vincent was just telling everyone a wonderful story-,” I cut him off when we broke away from the kiss by putting a finger to his lips.
“Shh, need caffeine first.” I told him as I let my finger drop down to his lower lip before bringing my arm back to my side and walking towards the fridge, opening the door, I grabbed a can of Coke before shutting the fridge door and opening it, I walked towards the don and gave him a kiss on the cheek then I walked back to Bill’s side looking up at him, as I felt his arm around my shoulder.
Clearing his throat, Don Genovese spoke to everyone in the kitchen. “Good morning signorina Moore, the Westies have agreed to meet with you and Luca at one of their buildings in Hell’s Kitchen this afternoon however, I should warn you to be very careful around signor* Cormac and his associates, rumor has it, that signor Cormac has had his eyes on you for a while however, since your under the care of fratello Sykes, he hasn’t made any moves towards you but, should something go wrong-,” he cut himself off to take a sip of his coffee before he spoke again, “just be on your guard signorina Moore, your important to fratello Sykes which means your important to me too.”
Looking away from Bill after Don Genovese spoke, I raised my eyebrow at the don’s words before giving the don a confused look and then looking up at Bill before letting out a sigh and setting my can of coke down next to the coffee pot, I looked away from Bill and stared at Don Genovese, pondering what his last sentence meant before I crossed my arms over my chest. “Is it because of the money I owe you two? Because I’ve already promised to pay you both back as soon as we get back from Ireland.” I said to them as I felt Bill tightened around my shoulder after I spoke to his boss.
Letting out an exasperated sigh, Bill took a sip of his coffee before setting it down on the counter next to the sink. “Eliza what the don means is you’re more important to us than money that you owe us, he means welcome to the family.” He confessed to me.
First I looked at Bill and then at the don before giving them both a smile as I grabbed my can of Coke and taking a sip of it. The don doesn’t know me well enough but, yet here he is making me a part of his family, things were moving kind of fast weren’t they? I had only been held against my will for less than two weeks now and Don Genovese is welcoming me into his family? I was a nobody just an Irish girl who worked at a 24/7 diner since I was sixteen years old trying to help my mother out of the debt my father left us to pay off, the bastard. Apparently Bill sees something in me that I don’t see, which means Don Genovese sees it to but, what is it? I asked myself in my head, as I looked at the men again before reaching into one of the bathrobe’s pockets and pulling out a pack of cigarettes and opening it before placing one in between my lips, Bill had lit his lighter for me, and I leaned forward inhaling the chemicals before exhaling them a moment later, as I put my can of soda down behind me. I was about to say something but Luca beat me to it.
The one thing I could tell you about Luca was, he definitely inherited his father’s looks but, he reminded me a lot of Isabella. I only hoped that was a good thing.
“Excuse me for not introducing these two gentlemen earlier signorina Moore, these two gentlemen are my father’s bodyguards, the first man is Ricco ‘Ricky’ Ricci and the man next to him is Placido ‘Paulie’ Ricci and their brothers. Paulie has offered to drive us to Hell’s Kitchen today.” Luca explained to me as I watched both men take off their hats and walk towards me.
Gulping as both Ricky and Paulie approached me, I put my cigarette down in nearby glass ashtray before eyeing Bill.
Looking down at me with a grin, Bill rubbed my shoulder to reassure me. “They don’t bite dearest, I promise. I’ve known these two upstanding gentlemen since my early days with Don Vincent.” Bill said quietly to me, as he watched the three of us exchange air kisses.
Both Ricky and Paulie were tall men who were both heavy set gentlemen, the only differences between them were their eye colors, Ricky had brown eyes and he moved with a purpose while Paulie had green eyes and moved like he wasn’t in a rush.
“Buongiorno* signorina Moore.” They said to me in unison, as Ricky returned back to where was standing earlier but, Paulie looked me over before he spoke to me.
“My job may be to protect Don Genovese and Luca but, protecting you is an honor.” Paulie said to me before taking my hand pressing his lips to the front of my hand, he let go of and stepped back, his eyes quickly looking away from my body.
“Paulie, watch your mouth.” Ricky warned from his spot.
Looking at Bill, Paulie apologized to the both of us before scurrying back to his spot next to Ricky. “It’s quite all right Ricky, I know he doesn’t mean anything by it, do you Paulie?” He asked him, sending him a silent warning from across the kitchen.
Meeting Bill’s eyes again, Paulie apologized again. “I can’t help it-,” Paulie stopped speaking when both Don Genovese his brother Ricky shot him looks that said ‘shut up and be quiet’, and this time Paulie got the message.
Letting out a chuckle, Bill rubbed my shoulders before he spoke. “Apparently, Paulie has a little crush on you dearest, and I don’t blame him. However, Paulie isn’t it time for you to take a walk and go check on the cars?” He asked him as he glanced at the clock above Paulie’s head, which read ten-thirty am.
Putting my cigarette out in the ashtray, I turned on my heel and gave Bill a kiss on the cheek before excusing myself from the room and heading upstairs to get dressed, there was too much testrone in the kitchen for me anyways…
Notes:
End of Eliza's P.O.V
* Signor means Mr.
* Buongiorno means good morning
Chapter 14: Chapter Fourteen.
Notes:
*Warning: Racist language*
Start of Eliza's P.O.V
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
~In Hell’s Kitchen, outside an abandoned building, later on that day~
Oh please let this meeting go well. I thought to myself as Paulie opened the passenger door, I stepped out onto the sidewalk and looked at the two men sitting on the stoop in front of us, their guns out as they exchanged looks with one another while they both stood up and started heading down the steps as Luca stood in front of me, his hand in his pocket. “This isn’t going so well and we haven’t even been here for a minute.” I whispered out to myself.
“No need to worry signorina Moore, all of us are wearing Kevlar vests including you, the don would have my head if either you or signor Luca got harmed.” Paulie confessed to me, once he finished shutting the car door then, stepping beside me so, I was hidden between him and Luca.
“We didn’t order any pizza from you dagos. Especially from dagos who reek of stinky fish.” I heard one of the Irish men say out to Luca and Paulie, whose hands were on their guns ready to kill the two men who just insulted them.
Suddenly a window opened up and a man with an Irish cap on looked down at the scene before him. “Stad* you two leathcheanns*! These two are here for a meeting with Mr. Cormac although; the fat dago stays next to the car until the meeting is over.” The man shouted from the second story window as he glared at the two lackeys before slamming the window in front of him.
Putting his hand on Paulie’s shoulder, Luca nodded to him as if to tell him that everything would be okay. Turning his head, Paulie was about to say something but, he cut himself off and moved back towards the car, standing right next to the hood of his car, his eyes never leaving the two lackey’s sight.
Taking his arm in mine Luca and I approached the steps, as we were both patted down rather quickly before being told to go in and head to the second story of the building, and we did.
Pulling me closer towards him, Luca rubbed my shoulder as we entered the building and headed towards an elevator and waited on it, this whole place looked like it could fall apart at any moment. “It’s all right signorina Moore once we meet with signor Cormac, the hard part will be over with.” He whispered to me as the elevator arrived and we stepped into a moment later, and I let out a sigh of relief that so far everything seemed to be going good but, what I wasn’t prepared for was how bad things were about to get for the both of us as the elevator doors opened on the second floor and guns were pointed at both of our heads.
Stepping into the elevator was a man with long dark brown hair slicked back, a round chin, high cheek bones and a slightly upturned nose, he had piercing green eyes which at this moment were trained on Luca, as he gestured for his men to grab Luca. “Don’t worry dago, the bhean* will be in good company with me. You on the other hand won’t be. Take care of our guest however you see fit but, make sure he’s still breathing when your finish with him, I will see you gentlemen later.” Was all the man said as he pushed a button to close the elevator doors before turning his attention to me a smirk on his face while he cornered me in the elevator, he stood exactly six feet and he probably weighed about 160 pounds soaking wet but, he was very muscular, that I could tell from his rolled up sleeves that this man worked out, as he pushed a button that stopped the elevator between floors. “The name is Desmond Cormac, leader of this merry band of men, and you are Eliza Moore, daughter of Fiona Moore and-,” I cut him off with a slap to the face.
“Don’t say that bastards name.” I said coldly to him as I brought my hand back to my side. “He was never my father, just a fucking sperm donor, who did nothing but bring us into debt with the Genovese family.” I added out to him.
“That’s not all that dago did. He took your mother away from me, the only woman I truly loved but, now I have his daughter in my sights and I’m not letting you go until I’ve had my way with you oh and the men downstairs as well, that dago their beating up is just an appetizer, and you my sweet are our main course and dessert to.” He said to me, licking his lips afterwards while he grabbed me by my hair and pressed a button on the elevator that sent us to the next floor.
“But what about passage to Ireland?” I asked him as the elevator doors opened after I spoke to him, letting out a yelp as he dragged me out of the elevator and into a room in front of us.
Kicking the door open, Desmond threw me onto the floor while shutting the door behind him and flipping on a switch and when he did that, my heart dropped to my stomach, this man and his gang weren’t just gangsters, they were also rapists, and from the look of this place, they were more than likely serial rapists.
This entire room was a playroom with an office desk in one corner of the room, a table in another corner and a bed in the middle, and apparently this room wasn’t sound proof either because I could hear Luca’s screams down below us, as I was dragged by my hair towards the office desk.
“Don’t worry about passage to Kilkenny Eliza, it’s already taken care of although, your boat leaves in the morning but you won’t be on it, not when you’ll be busy with the boys and I.” Desmond said to me while he stuck me with a syringe needle and I felt the world around me start to spin and then everything turned to black, and that was the last thing I remembered...
Notes:
End of Eliza's P.O.V
*Stad is Irish for stop
*Leathcheann is Irish for idiots
*Bhean is Irish for lady
*dago an insulting term for a person of Italian or Spanish birth or descent
Chapter 15: Chapter Fourteen. Killing Is My Business
Notes:
This chapter starts out in Sykes' P.O.V
Chapter Text
~in Bellevue Hospital, Later that Night~
I looked down at my kitten and my blood started to boil, those sons of bitches not only raped her but, they beat up her to although, not nearly as bad as they beat up Luca, the poor kid. Taking her hand in mine, I kissed it before looking over at Luca, the poor young man, his index and middle fingers on his dominate hand were missing, his face along with the rest of his body were bruised and bloody, this meeting should’ve been a peaceful one but, it wasn’t.
“Fratello Sykes, Ricky and the others have rounded up the Westies and their headed to your place of business as we speak. Should I call Don Gambino and request that he and his men arrive at the docks as well?” Mr. Pesci, the Genovese family consigliere asked out to Don Vincent and myself.
“Si Pesci.” We both said in unison.
Nodding his head at his orders Pesci walked over to the nurse’s station and asked to borrow the phone again, and to make his (hopefully) last call of the night to the boss of the Gambino family.
“Bill.” I heard Eliza call out; her voice was hoarse as she spoke to me.
Looking down at her, I gave her a small smile and placed a kiss on her forehead before shushing her. “The doctor said you shouldn’t speak, it’ll only make your vocal cords worse. Don’t worry those bastards are going to pay for what they done to both you and Luca, I swear dearest.” I told her as I ran my fingers through her hair, even though she looked like shit; she was still beautiful to me.
“Luca and Paulie are they okay?” She asked me as she started to sit up but, I stopped her and laid her back down on the hospital bed.
“Yes, they’re both fine. Luca’s still out but he’s fine.” I said to her, omitting the part where Luca lost two fingers but, she didn’t need to know that just yet. “Paulie has a broken arm but, that’s all. Dearest, Don Vincent and I have to go take care of some things, Isabella, Luna and the family’s consigliere will be here to watch over both you and Luca, if you need anything,-” but what I was cut off when Luna laid a hand on my shoulder.
“Fratello Sykes, you and papa should go; we’ll take care of them.” Luna said to me, as she gave me a look that I knew very well because Isabella would give me that same look when she wanted me gone,
Letting out a sigh, I lightly placed a kiss on my kitten’s lips before Luna took over my spot and Don Vincent and I headed out of the hospital room together.
“Are you okay Bill?” Don Vincent asked me once we were away from the hospital and in my car, with Roscoe and DeSoto waiting in the backseat while the AC was on.
Starting the car up, I let out a sigh. “No, but I’ll be fine once we get to the warehouse.” I confessed to him. “Those Micks fucked with the wrong people and tonight we’ll show them why.” I added out to him as I lit a cigar and rolled down my window as we headed down to the docks where our “entertainment” awaited us…
~End of Sykes’ P.O.V~
~No P.O.V~
~Inside One of Sykes’ Warehouses, Twenty Minutes later~
Tossing his suit jacket on the office chair along with his tie, he unbuttoned his dress shirt and tossed it next to his suit jacket leaving him only in a dark blue tank top with his slacks and dress shoes on, as he stared at the Westies all of them tied up to chairs, their hands bound and their mouths gagged.
“Well Mr. Sykes, I’m impressed you’ve managed to capture all of my associates, and in such a short amount of time to. Don Vincent, can I steal Sykes from you?” Joked Don Leonardo “Leo” Gambino from the shadows chuckled at his own joke.
Don Genovese eyed Don Gambino before the two men shook hands with one another. “I don’t think so Don Leonardo, even if Bill were given a choice to work for someone else, I highly doubt he would, you see Bill here is my adopted son and brother to my family, and his amore is soon to become an official member of my family as well.” Don Genovese confessed to him, at this moment, Don Genovese was at his most seriousness, the Westies had hurt his family and when it came to his family, Don Genovese didn’t fuck around.
Letting out a sigh, Don Gambino shrugged his shoulders at Don Genovese’s words before walking towards the captured Westies, glancing at each one of them as he passed them by before standing in front of Desmond Cormac and shook his head at him before he lit up a cigarette. “Oh Desmond, you stupid mick, I’ve let all of you get away with so much but, what happened earlier today, is not something I or any of the Five Families would ever condone, the gang rape of a young girl is not something taken lightly, and yet I heard you injected her with a date rape drug laced with cocaine. Now that’s two strikes against you, and you know what happens when you get a third strike against you.” He said to Desmond as he walked around in circles while addressing him. “Now as for the beating of Don Genovese’s oldest child and the loss of his fingers, it’s no secret that our families don’t exactly get along but, this I didn’t order. So guess what strike this makes for you Desmond.” He added to him, as he flicked his cigarette ashes on the floor and looked into his eyes while Desmond started screaming through his gag.
Taking one last drag off of his cigarette Don Gambino put it out on Desmond’s forehead before discarding the cigarette on the floor, eyeing the rest of the Westies; he turned on his heel and then headed back towards Don Genovese, Paulie and Bill. “Gentlemen, I don’t care what happens to the rest of these micks, punish them how you see fit, just leave two of Desmond’s fingers in a box and have it sent to my office.” Was all Don Gambino said as he exited the room/building, his business with Don Genovese was concluded.
Smirking at Don Gambino’s words, Bill pulled out his gun and started shooting each and every man in the kneecap before reloading his gun until he reached Desmond and letting out a sigh, he aimed his gun at Desmond’s kneecap but, was stopped when his office phone started ringing, “this had better be fucking important.” He whispered out to himself, as he turned on his heel and headed to his office desk, holding the phone up to his ear, Bill let out an irritated sigh before he spoke. “Yeah, what is it? I’m kind of in the middle of something Liam.” He nearly shouted into the phone, the veins in his neck nearly popping out after he spoke, while he circled around the desk, and reached into a pocket of his suit jacket then pulled out a cigar and placed in between his lips before digging into his slacks and pulling out a zippo lighter then lit the cigar that dangled from in between his lips as inhaled the smoke while waiting on Don Genovese’s consigliere to answer his question.
Clearing his throat Liam spoke. “It’s signorina Moore, she has asked me to ask you and Desmond about passage to Ireland, she wants to know if he was bluffing about the passage to Kilkenny, Ireland or not.” He said calmly to him over the phone.
Pointing at Paulie, Bill gestured with the side of his head in Desmond’s direction, mouthing at him to ungag the bastard before he set his cigar down in an ashtray on his office desk. “Paulie ask the son of bitch if he was bluffing about the boat leaving in the morning, and if he gives you an answer you don’t like, well there are plenty of torture devices around you to amuse yourself with.” Bill shouted out to Paulie as he held the phone away from his ear, bringing it back to his ear afterwards. “Hold on Liam, Paulie’s going to ask the son of bitch right now.” He added out to Liam.
Walking over to Desmond, Paulie pulled out a straight razor from a pocket in his slacks upon reaching him, he lowered the gag around Desmond’s lips and the two men met eyes. “Well you heard the man, answer him or I’ll untie your hand and start by removing your fingernails one-by-one!” He shouted out to him, if this mick was smart, he would do as Paulie said because Paulie wasn’t in the mood to fuck around and find out tonight.
Gathering all the salvia in his mouth, Desmond spit in Paulie’s face before laughing afterwards. “Dul go hifreann* you fat dago.” Desmond said smirking afterwards.
Using the back of his hand Paulie wiped the spit off of his face before placing his straight razor in between his teeth and grabbing Desmond by the neck, cutting off his air supply before bringing him inches away from his face. “You brought this upon yourself Cormac.” Paulie said to him with the straight razor clenched in between his teeth while he spoke as Ricky stood behind Desmond’s chair and quickly untied one of his hands as Ricky grabbed the straight razor from in between Paulie’s teeth and started with Desmond’s thumb as he quickly removed the nail, both of the men smirking as they listened to Desmond cry out in pain.
“Oh we haven’t even begun yet.” Ricky said to him, “now answer the question mick!” Ricky added out to him.
“The boat leaves next week on a Thursday at 6am.” Desmond said in between breaths.
“Thank you mick.” Paulie said as he let go of Desmond’s throat and watched the chair land on the floor then looked at Bill. “Did you get that fratello Sykes?”
Nodding his head, Bill repeated what Desmond said to Liam. “Is that all Liam?” He asked him as he took another drag off his cigar while waiting on the consigliere’s answer.
“The ladies are asking when you’ll be back.” He said to him.
Shrugging at Liam’s question, Bill ran his other hand against the back of his head before he spoke. “Tell them we’ll be back at the hospital later tonight, possibly tomorrow morning, oh and Liam don’t call again unless it’s an emergency, good night now, and get some rest will you?” was all he said to him before he hung up the office phone and put his cigar out in the glass ashtray then with the don at his side, the two men approached the Westies and let out twin sighs, tonight was going to a long night for everyone here…
Chapter 16: Chapter Fifteen.
Chapter Text
~Inside of Sykes’ Home, Two Days later, that morning~
I let out a sigh as I watched Bill pacing back and forth in the kitchen as I took a sip of my coke and I lit my morning cigarette, ever since I was released from the hospital, Bill hasn’t been the same and apparently nor has Don Genovese and his family. The Westies beat and raped me but what they did to Luca was far worse, they beat Luca to the point where he was in a coma and they cut off two of his fingers from his dominant hand, and they left him to die, and even though the Westies broke Paulie’s arm, that didn’t stop him from entering the building when he heard Luca’s screams.
According to what Paulie told the don, Paulie killed the two guards that were outside the building before entering the building and killing two more men on the first floor before he was surrounded by a group of men and Paulie knocked some of them out and killed the others, while he got on the elevator while heading to the second floor where he was ambushed by more men, and apparently there was another fight where Paulie received his broken arm but that must’ve not bothered him in the slightest because he went from room-to-room and fatally shot or killed most of the men who were still beating on Luca before he told Paulie to forget about him and head to the next floor where I was and he did.
Once Paulie found out where I was, he started shooting everyone on sight, not killing them, just to the point where they were injured, before he came upon the room that I was in and that’s apparently when Paulie saw red because he started ripping guys off of me and knocking heads together before he got to me.
Hell if wasn’t for Paulie, Luca and I might’ve been found on the streets instead of that building. I really needed to come up with a way to thank Paulie for what he did. Accept I wasn’t too sure what I could do for him because I didn’t know him all that well.
“Bill, what does Paulie like?” I asked him, finally causing him to stop pacing back and forth in the kitchen, my words came out raspy because my throat still hadn’t quite recovered from what those bastards used it for, as I finished my morning cigarette and put it out in the glass ashtray on the island.
Taking a seat next to me, Bill took a hold of my hand before he spoke to me, this event had shaken him up even though he wouldn’t verbally admit it to me, his body language said it all. “Kitten, I know what you’re thinking but, it’s not a good idea Paulie has already been compensated for the work that he did and he’s received a little extra money from myself for what he did for you so, don’t worry about it.” He said to me as he pulled out a cigar and lit it, adding out to me, “why don’t you go upstairs and get dressed and then come with me to the docks, I can give you a tour of one of the warehouses where I work.” The tone in his voice after he spoke to me was more of an order then a request.
Letting out a sigh after he spoke to me, I rolled my eyes and headed up the stairs to our bedroom, hearing Bill’s heavy footsteps behind me. “Bill, I need to take a shower and I can get dressed by myself.” I said to him in a tone of annoyance as I reached the last step before spinning around and making eye contact with him, my arms folded across my chest to drive the point home that I didn’t need or want his help right now.
Raising an eyebrow at my words, he played with the lit cigar in between his lips before he let out a sigh. “I know that kitten; I just want to take a shower with you.” He confessed to me before laying one of his hands on my shoulder, the look in his eyes was telling another story, he was hungry and it wasn’t for food either, which meant he wanted sex.
Rolling my eyes and letting out another sigh, while brushing off Bill’s hand on my shoulder, I finished ascending the stairs and headed into our bedroom, taking my t-shirt, I felt Bill’s hands cup both of my breasts and his hot breath on the side of my neck for just a moment before he discarded his cigar in the glass ashtray on top of one of the dressers and then returned his attention back towards me only tobe met with a pair of blue eyes and a look of my face that said, ‘not now Bill!’ However, he ignored this and went in for a kiss but, I dodged this, which only caused him to get irritated. “Bill, stop I’m not in the mood for sex!” I shouted to him as I started to head towards the walk-in closet but, Bill stopped me by grabbing onto my shoulder while spinning me around so I could look into his eyes, which still had a look of hunger in them but, it was quickly being replaced with a look of concern as he let go of my shoulder.
“What’s wrong kitten?” He asked me as he took off his suit jacket and undid his tie and then tossed them both on the bed while taking a seat on the edge of his bed and staring and waiting on my answer.
Biting my lip, I ignored my nipples stiffening up while I walked to the bed and took a seat next to him before meeting his eyes. “Bill I was gang raped by Desmond and his crew, I’m sorry if I don’t feel like having sex right now, and I’m not too sure when I’ll feel like having it again-,” but I was cut off when he wrapped an arm around my waist and planted a kiss on my forehead before bringing me into his lap and stroking my hair.
Letting out a sigh, Bill laid back on the bed an arm still wrapped around my waist as he looked at me. “Don’t apologize to me kitten, I should’ve figured this out while you were in the hospital but, I was preoccupied with other things, that I ignored how you were feeling, and I kind of figured that once you were out of the hospital things would go back to normal but oh boy how wrong I am about that. However, I’ll give you a couple of days to get through whatever you’re feeling but, could you at least give me a blowjob?” He confessed to me, chuckling at that last part while he sat back up and looked at me, laughing at the look on my face when he asked about the blow job. “I’m kidding kitten, I have two hands that can get the job done but, in all honesty I’d rather have your mouth around my cock, it feels so much better.” He added out to me through his laughter, while he watched me finish undressing in front of him, my once beautiful white flesh was covered in bruises and marks no thanks to the Westies.
“Thank you Bill.” I said quietly to him, as I headed into the walk-closet and pulled out another t-shirt and sweatpants then tossing them on the bed before pulling out a matching black set of bra and panties then disappearing into the bathroom before gesturing him to come take a shower with me, which he was more than happy to oblige to..
Notes:
End of Eliza's P.O.V
Chapter 17: Chapter Sixteen.
Chapter Text
~Inside one of Sykes’ Warehouses, later that afternoon~
I figured once the “tour” of this place was over, we’d go back home so, we both could get changed for Don Vincent’s birthday party tonight but, I was wrong.
Putting an arm around my waist, Bill led me through a pair of doors as he lit up a cigar and we entered the room, the only room that Bill hadn’t shown me and know I knew why, because in the middle of the room hanging by his wrists and his lower half was covered by a white sheet, that was covered in what I thought was dried blood, it was Desmond Cormac, or someone who looked like him.
Taking a drag off of his cigar, he exhaled the smoke slowly before nodding to one of his accomplices, we both watched as Desmond was lowered to the ground but not before another one of his guys tied Desmond’s feet together then Bill brought me closer to Desmond and I let out a gasp.
“Jesus Christ Bill, its Desmond Cormac.” I sad softly to him, as Desmond and I met eyes once again, his green eyes meeting my blue ones, as I stepped backwards before looking up at Bill, who had a smirk on his face as he took another drag off of his cigar before blowing the smoking in Desmond’s face, causing the man’s eyes to water and he let out a fit of coughs before sending Bill a glare with all the strength he could muster.
“You’re a traitor to your fellow Irishmen you-,” but Bill removed his arm from around my waist and slapped the shit out of Desmond.
“Shut the fuck up Cormac and tell my dearest you’re sorry or I’ll shoot you right in between the eyes before one of my men throws you in the back of the trunk in his car and you sleep with the fishes forever.” Bill said coldly to him before putting his cigar out on Desmond’s chest, which caused him to let out a hoarse scream.
I had no idea how long Desmond had been here but, I could only guess it had been a few days due to the dried blood on the white sheet and the scars on his chest. Looking at Bill again, I gulped and suddenly felt very small among him. Is this what he’ll do to me if I ever get on his bad side? If so, I hope I never have to find out. I thought to myself, as I buried my head into Bill’s side, feeling him rub the back of neck, I let out a muffled whimper in his suit. “I don’t want an apology from this bastard in fact, I don’t want anything from him, and just do what you have to do with him, please Bill.” I begged him while he continued to rub the back of my neck.
“As you wish dearest.” He said softly to me before discarding his cigar on the floor and pulling out his pistol and as he promised Desmond, he shot him right in between the eyes then motioned for his men to bring his down while he cleaned off the blood that was on his suit before giving me a look over just to make sure that I didn’t have any of Desmond’s blood on me, and I didn’t, the two of us turned our backs on him and left the warehouse together, with Bill’s arm around my waist, we headed to Bill’s car…
~Inside Sykes’ Home, Twenty Minutes Later~
I looked at where Bill was standing with a raised eyebrow as I noticed two cars parked outside his house. “Bill, what’s going on? Why are two of Don Genovese’s cars parked outside of your house?” I asked him, panicking a little on the inside as I moved away from the window and went looking for him until I saw him step out of his office with something in his hand.
Giving me a once-over, he licked his lips and smiled, apparently the dark green dress was to his liking. “Kitten relax their here-,” but Bill was cut off when the doorbell rang, causing both DeSoto and Roscoe to bark until Bill reached into one of his lower pockets and pulled out two dog treats, he tossed them to DeSoto and Roscoe, which shut them both up. “It’s unlocked, come in.” He added out, as he stood next to me and slipped a yellow-gold ring with a green emerald in the middle of it then, he lowered himself and placed a passionate kiss on my lips, he wrapped an arm around my waist as we watched Ricky, Paulie and Luca walk in, all three of them wearing the same thing that Bill was wearing, a white suit with matching ties.
Biting my lip, I smiled at the three of them. “Good evening gentlemen.” I said to them, as I felt Bill’s arm unwrap from around my waist and rubbed my butt before gently pushing me into Luca’s arms.
“Take care of my dearest for the evening Mr. Genovese. I’ll meet you three at the social club later.” Was all Bill said as he dismissed us from the house.
Taking me in his arms, Luca looked down at me and gave me a nervous smile. “Good evening signorina Moore or should I say signorina Genovese well, at least for tonight that is.” Luca said to me, as he wrapped an arm around my waist and we were about to head out the front door but, Ricky stopped us by holding out a light blue trench coat for me to put on.
“It’s suppose to rain later tonight signorina Genovese, I highly recommend you wear this for later.” Ricky suggested to me, even though I had a feeling it wasn’t a suggestion, it was more of an order however, I did as Ricky suggested, and wiggled out of Luca’s arm and slid into the trench coat before Ricky opened the front door and we all headed towards the two cars together.
“Can I smoke in here?” I asked either Ricky or Luca once I had buckled myself in and the car was in motion to the Palma Boys social club, our destination for tonight’s events, as I placed my purse in my lap and opened it then dug around for my pack and a lighter, while Ricky rolled down my window with the push of a button, placing the cigarette in between my lips, I was about to light it until Luca, lit it for me before he lit his own cigarette.
I took Ricky rolling down my window as a yes to my question, as I inhaled the chemicals before eyeing the hard-shell case in between Luca’s legs, I was about to ask him what was in the case but, he beat me to it, if I didn’t know any better, I would’ve guessed that Luca was a mind reader.
“It’s a flute; it’s something our papá has made us do. I personally hate it but, it makes him happy so I figured if it made the old man happy then what the hell.” Luca said in a bored tone, as he looked at me.
Exhaling the chemicals off of my cigarette, I met Luca’s brown eyes. “I should’ve said this at the hospital but thank you Luca-,” but I was cut off when Luca kissed me on the lips, which shocked me to my core. Of course I should’ve known this would’ve happened, ever since I met Luca, he would be inconspicuous around me but, every so often I would catch him stealing glances when he thought Bill or I weren’t paying attention but, I never gave it much thought until now. “Luca, I’m with Bill, you know this I can’t-,” but I cut myself off when Luca held onto my hand, causing me to look down and see that it was the hand that the Westies had cut off two of fingers which I also blamed myself for.
Throwing his cigarette out of the window, he rolled his window up afterwards our eyes looking away from each other. “My godfather doesn’t deserve you signorina Moore, he’s too old, to conservative just like my old man, I swear the only thing he’s using you for, is sex, I don’t think he understands exactly what he has in you, he can’t even get you pregnant for god sakes-, ” and that’s when I slapped him something inside of me snapped at Luca’s words about Bill, perhaps it was because I was developing feelings for him or maybe it was because I didn’t appreciate Luca talking shit about him either way, Luca had no right to talk about Bill like that.
The rest of the way to the social club was quiet between Luca and I before we had to pretend that we were an engaged couple in front of the rest of the Five Families so they wouldn’t know that I was Bill’s Achilles’ heel…
Notes:
End of Eliza's P.O.V
Chapter 18: Chapter Seventeen. Smooth Operator
Chapter Text
~Outside the Palma Boys Social Club, later that night~
If it wasn’t Vincent’s birthday party, I wouldn’t even be here although, I have to admit Luca was playing the part of Eliza’s fiancé perfectly, a little bit to perfectly if I say so myself as I took in a breath of fresh air before lighting up a cigar and nodding to Paulie who was on security duty in the parking lot well until it was time to cut the cake then, DeSoto and Roscoe would take over for him, as I watched them sniffing everyone’s cars, checking for bombs or weapons, this was an important event and all the mod bosses from the Five Families were here well, expect for those that were currently in jail of course. It was quiet out here and it was a nice night but, it gotten considerable cooler and the wind had picked up a bit, maybe Ricky’s earlier prediction about it raining tonight was coming to pass or maybe this was the start of a cool front coming in the middle of March, which ever it is maybe people would leave soon. I hated these social situations unlike Vincent, who thrived on it, I personally would rather be at home with my kitten and my dogs sipping on an old fashion as kitten starts packing her bags four our trip to Kilkenny in the morning, and has this trip been under circumstances, maybe we could’ve squeezed in some time to Italy but, I think kitten is happy just to see her family in Ireland from what I picked up, it’s been decades since Fiona had been home but, at least now she’s going back home, expect it’s in a pine box and fortunately for us, Fiona was already halfway there so by the time Luca, Eliza and myself got there, maybe all she would have to do is say her hellos, goodbyes bury her mother and visit with her family members and then we would leave and head back to America well, that’s how I would hope things would happen but, I have a feeling things weren’t going to go according to plan.
The door to the Palma Boys social club opened up, and I held the door open for whoever was coming out, hearing It Don’t Mean A Thing (If It Ain’t Got That Swing) sung by Ella Fitzgerald for a moment, I smiled on the inside, this was one of Vincent’s favorite songs, which meant Peaches and Herb were next.
“Thank you sir.” I heard my kitten say as she lit a cigarette while I let the door close, and I quickly gave her a peck on the cheek, which caused her to look up and give me a small smile. “Oh it’s you, hi Bill, are you having fun?” She added out to me.
Taking a drag off of my cigar, I smiled at her. “Sure dearest but, not as much fun as you seem to be having out on the dance floor.” I said to her chuckling afterwards while I let the cigar smoke slowly exit my mouth, as I watched her blushed at my comment.
“Whose the lady that you brought with you, she seems rather odd.” Eliza asked me as she took a drag off of her cigarette while walking towards the brick wall and leaning against it as she exhaled the chemicals from her cigarette.
“She’s just a bimbo that I picked up, she’s not important to me in any form or fashion, she’s just a convenient date for tonight, that’s all. Besides, the most important person next to the don, is standing across from me, and after this smoke break of ours, I’d like to dance with you, I mean you’ve danced with all of the dons tonight, and you probably didn’t even realize it.” I said to her unable to hide the jealously in my voice any longer.
She raised an eyebrow at my words before taking a rather long drag off of her cigarette, slowly exhaling it, she bent down and put her cigarette out on the ground before stomping it out with the heel of her dark green heels. “We’re not suppose to know each other remember Mr. Sykes or have all the old fashions you’ve been throwing back tonight finally kicked in?” She asked me, with a little bit of snarkiness in her voice, as she crossed her arms over her chest.
Taking one last drag off of my cigar, I slowly let the cigar smoke exit my mouth before I sneered at her. Little lady, that mouth of yours is about to open up my sadistic side, and I was hoping not to show this side of myself again to you unless it was absolutely warranted. I thought to myself, as I dropped my cigar on the ground while turning towards her, and pressing myself in between my legs, then leaning into her ear, I whispered, “Eliza you need to watch who your talking to or I’ll make sure you miss your boat in the morning, do you understand?” I said intimidatingly to her, using my other hand to gently squeeze her neck, knowing that would be enough to get the message across to her that needed to remember her place in this relationship; I wasn’t above disciplining my kitten when she was getting a head of herself.
Eliza let out a gasp when she felt how hard I was in between her legs and a yelp at my hand around her pretty neck. “I’m sorry Mr. Sykes, I slipped up and forgot my place, it won’t happen again.” She pleaded out to me, as I let go of her neck and told her to go back inside and that our conversation would be finished up at home along with her first warning.
Scrambling underneath me, she quickly composed herself and checked her dress before she went back inside the club.
Turning around, I scanned the parking lot to make sure that no one other than Paulie saw or overheard that little scene of ours, and if anyone did they’d keep their mouth shut forever. Adjusting my suit and tie back to where it was originally, I also headed back inside, just as Ricky was headed out to the parking lot to call his brother in because it was time for Don Vincent’s birthday cake to be cut, which meant I would have to wait at least thirty minutes to dance with my kitten, and maybe even surprise the hell out of my god son, I may be an old dog but, that doesn’t mean that this old dog is dead yet.
~Thirty minutes later~
I eyed my “date” for the evening, I think her name was Mina or was it Nadia? Either way this floozy was getting on my nerves, it’s not even ten ‘o clock and this working girl was already drunk, it irritated the shit out of me to say the least. Just another forty five minutes and it’ll be over with then, I could go home because I was horny as hell and there was no way that I was about to let this floozy anywhere near my manhood, not when my kitten was within my reach. I thought to myself as I casted my eyes on her and contempt filled in the pit of my stomach, as images of kitten’s punishment for her insolence earlier filled my mind.
Did Eliza deserved to be punished for her sass? Maybe or maybe not however, I also couldn’t – wouldn’t allow any lady of mine to think that she had the upper hand in this relationship, I’m the authoritative one, not her, and the sooner my submissive kitten knew that, the better off she would be, and unlike some of the don’s here, I wasn’t about to publicly humiliate her, she needed to be handled privately and with a firm hand, that’s all she would need to understand her mistake, of course, unlike my outwards reputation amongst the other dons, I could be a gentleman, which was she was going to need afterwards.
Letting out an exasperated sigh, I finished up my piece of cake while placing my fork on the plate afterwards before I stood up and headed to the dance floor, I was tired of waiting to dance with my kitten and at this point I was ready to blow my cover story into smithereens and take Eliza home with me, fuck the repercussions, I’m horny and I was starting to get fatigued by tonight’s events however, I want my last dance for the night to be with her and only her.
Tapping on Luca’s shoulder, I gestured for him to get out of my way and let me cut in as a song that I never heard of before come on.
Diamond life, lover boy
We move in space with minimum waste and maximum joy
City lights and business nights
When you require streetcar desire for higher heights
A lady sang out as I placed my right hand on her back and clasped my left hand with Eliza’s right hand while my right foot stepped forward and we began to salsa dance as both the younger and older crowd began to join us,
Looking down at my beautiful kitten as we danced together, she wouldn’t meet my eyes and kept her head down until I used my right hand against her lower back, which knocked her out of her daze and she finally looked into my eyes, and that’s when I saw the mixture of emotions that she was trying to conceal from me so, I leaned down into her ear and whispered, “kitten, you look tired why don’t you ask Paulie to take you home so, you can change into something a little more comfortable while you get your suitcase ready for in the morning, I’ll be along shortly, Paulie has a house key and the codes for the security systems and take DeSoto and Roscoe home with you once this song is over with.” I told her with no emotion in my face or my voice as we met eyes and she just nodded afterwards.
Face to face, each classic case
We shadow box and double cross
Yet need the chase
A license to love, insurance to hold
Melts all your memories and change into gold
His eyes are like angels but his heart is cold
No need to ask
He’s a smooth operator
Smooth operator
Smooth operator
Smooth operator
The singer sang out as I restrained myself from pulling her closer to me, and it was taking everything I had not too while spinning her away from me and bringing her back towards me as the song ended a few minutes later and we went our separate ways, she headed back to her where Luca, Vinny, Lorenzo and Luna sat, she grabbed her purse and her trench coat and made up an excuse that would allow her to leave tonight’s celebration and back to my home.
I watched as the Genovese kids each gave Eliza a hug expect for the Luca and the youngest Stella, who was upset that she wouldn’t be seeing her for a while but, Luca reassured his baby sister that she would be back soon, as he escorted my kitten out of the social club, lying to everyone on their way out about how Eliza was feeling ill, and that he and Paulie needed to take her home.
Once Luca and Eliza made their exit, I tapped on my date’s shoulder and gestured at my watch while giving her look that said ‘it’s time to leave’, and as drunk as she was, I’m surprised she was able to get out of her chair without any help however, getting her out of here would be an issue, there was no way in hell this working girl was going to be able to walk out of here without falling on her face, as I let out an irritated sigh and placed my arm around her tiny waist and nearly dragged her out of the social club while I dug in my pocket for my car keys before walking us both to my black 1977 Lincoln Continental and putting the key in the passenger door, I nearly threw her in the seat before buckling her up and shutting the door almost in her face then heading to my side of the car, I slid in and buckling myself in, I shut my door before starting the car and pulling out of the social club’s parking lot and waving good night to Ricky before peeling out and heading back to the street corner where I found this floozy and afterwards I headed home where hopefully my kitten was finished packing…
Notes:
End of Sykes' P.O.V
Smooth Operator is a song by Sade, which was released in Feburary in the US in 1985
Palma Boys Social Club was owned by a faction of Genevose crime family in East Harlem, Manhattan, New York.
It Don’t Mean A Thing (If It Ain’t Got That Swing) sung by Ella Fitzgerald is a jazz song made in 1932 orginally sung by Duke Ellington
Peaches and Herb is an American vocal duo that was created in 1966. They have a lot of great hits.
I don't own any of the songs that were featured in this chapter, that honor goes to their orginal creators. I will (hopefully) have a couple of chapters written during the week so, I can post them on here if, not please give me an extra week, I didn't realize how much research I would have to be doing about people, places and (possible) events in this story. Thank you again for your support.
Chapter 19: Chapter Eighteen. I Could Give You (A Mirror)
Chapter Text
I could give you a mirror
To show you disappointments
I could give you a history
Could you ever listen in to me?
~In His Office, that Same Night~
Apparently Ricco was right about the rain tonight because it was starting to thunder and lightning outside of my office window, as I waited on my eldest child to come in while I sipped on my old fashioned and I lit a cigar and eyed Liam and Ricco, I had already sent everyone else either home or to bed. Even on my seventy-seventh birthday, my figlio maggiore* knew how to fancalo* things up, and to say I was mad at him would be an understatement, disappointment, embarrassment and along with a little bit of anger would be better words to describe how I was feeling right now.
“Don’t be to hard on him Don Vito, he’s young and what happened between him and signora Moore on the way to the social club was just-,” but Liam stopped speaking when I held my hand up.
Leaning forward on my office desk, I raised an eyebrow at my consigliere’s words and let out a sigh, as I took drag off of my cigar before quickly exhaling it. “Liam, stay out of this, this is between Lucas and I, I know you two are close and you’ve always had a soft spot for him but, this time, not even you can stop this.” I said to him while I put the cigar down in the ashtray and took another sip of my drink. “My figli* and figlie* are spoiled, and this is my fault-,” I cut myself off when I heard the front door open and close, Placido managed to find out where my stupido* son was.
Outside the rain was falling harder and the wind sounded like it was howling as lighting struck somewhere and my son begrudgingly entered the office while Paulie shut the office doors behind him and waited outside.
Taking a sip of my drink, I looked at my eldest child, my successor to this empire of mine, and gave him a disappointed look. “Sit Lucas!” I said coldly to him as I pointed to the chair across from me.
Not saying a word, Luca sat across from me as his eyes darted every which way but my way, he knew he was in trouble, he just didn’t know how much trouble he would soon be in.
Lighting a cigarette, Luca leaned back in the chair and finally met my eyes, a stupid shit-eating grin on his face before he spoke to me. “What’s up Padre, if this isn’t going to take to long, I’d like to head upstairs and finish packing my suitcase for the trip in the morning.” He said as he took a drag off of his cigarette before he exhaled the smoke a moment later.
Putting my drink down on the table, I stood up and leaned forward towards my son as my anger started to boil up, how in the hell can my son be so nonchalant about this? Putting two fingers on my forehead, I pressed them together. My son was drunk, I didn’t even have to guess, I just knew it, this usually would happen after a party, it didn’t matter whose it was either, he would go down to Greenwich Village and club hop, this was another reason way I was so hesitant to hand over my empire, that I had built from decades of hard work to my stupido son. “Lucas Genovese, you’re my first born and I love you so much but, when you go out and get drunk, you make me rethink of handing over any of the family businesses to you, including the pizzeria in the Bronx. Especially with what Ricco has told me.” I said to him, letting out a sigh afterwards as I looked at Lucas for a moment then at Ricco.
Lucas took a drag off of his cigarette before flicking the ashes in the ashtray next to him and putting the cigarette out. “What are you talking about padre, nothing happened tonight I thought everything went off without a hitch, all the dons from the Five Families bought that Eliza was my fiancée, I think I played my role as her handsome fiancé-,” but Lucas was cut off when Liam got out of his chair from the back of the office and walked towards him, sitting in a chair next to him, he put his hand on Lucas’ shoulder while letting out a sigh.
“Look Luca, what Don Vito is trying to tell you, is that you fucked up while you were on the way to the social club. You weren’t suppose to kiss signorina Moore so, now not only do you have to sit here and face the wrath of your padre but, soon you’ll have to face the wrath of your godfather to, and Bill’s not known for his leniency on matters that are close to his heart especially when it comes to signorina Moore.” Liam explained to him.
Liam’s words started to sink into Luca’s inebriated brain and the relaztion of his actions earlier tonight started to sober him up as he immediately stood up out of the chair and started to head towards the office door but, Liam and Ricco stopped him from going any further and dragged him back to the chair he was sitting in, with Liam pinning his shoulders against the chair.
Taking a seat in my chair, I let out another sigh before sipping on my old fashioned and stared at my son, as the thunder outside my window grew louder. “You’re going to take whatever your godfather decides, like a man because, not only did you kiss his amore* but, you talked carelessly about him, and what have I told you about being careless Lucas?” I said coldly to him as I set my glass down on the office desk before I met my sons brown eyes.
“That only women and children can be careless.” He muttered out to me, trying to not look into my eyes. “But padre, I didn’t mean-,” but I cut him off when I stood up and walked over to him as I tapped on his cheek before bringing the same hand that once tapped his cheek now made contact with his face, and it wasn’t a light slap either.
Using my other hand, I brought my face to my eldest child’s face and we looked into each other’s eyes. “Don’t interfere in your godfather’s personal affairs again, you understand me Lucas?” I said to him as I gestured for Ricco and Liam to leave the room while I let go of my son as Liam closed the door behind him, leaving the two of us alone in my office, I still wasn’t finished lecturing my son, inebriated or not, Lucas was going to be reeducated on the things that I taught him growing up because, even though this wasn’t the life I wanted for any of my children, Lucas made his choice when he discovered my one and only extra martial affair with another woman, and the result of that affair was my youngest child Stella, who Isabella raised as her own, even though Isabella killed the woman with the help of Lucas, at the tender age of twenty-five, which was what started Lucas’ education into the mafia…
Notes:
End of Don Genovese's P.O.V
*figlio maggiore means eldest son
*fanculo means fuck
*figli means sons
*figlie means daughters
*stupido means stupid
* amore means love
I Could Give You (A Mirror) lyrics by Eurythmics from their 1983 album Sweet Dreams (Are Made of This)
Chapter 20: Chapter Nineteen. I've Got An Angel
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The power of imagination
Goes right to my head
The power of imagination
Goes right to my head
~Inside Sykes’ Home, Forty- Five Minutes Later, that Same Night~
I had just finished packing my suitcase when I heard Roscoe barking while I let out a sigh and closed my suitcase then, headed down the stairs with my suitcase in my hand.
Locking the front door and entering in the security codes, Bill let out a sigh as it started thundering and lighting outside, he turned to look at me with a frown on his face before he kissed me on the lips then headed up the stairs. “Wait for me in the office kitten.” He said at the top of the stairs before entering our bedroom.
Not saying a word, I dropped my suitcase off at the bottom of the stairs then entered into the kitchen where my pack of cigarettes were and picking up the pack, I opened it and pulled out a cigarette with a lighter before I lit it and then headed into Bill’s office and waited on him. I couldn’t say anything that would get out of this ‘punishment’ so, what was the point? I figured, I would just take this punishment like a good girl and that it would be over soon, as I headed down the hallway and into Bill’s office, and I flipped on a light before taking a seat in one of the chairs across from his desk.
Closing the office doors behind him forty-five minute later, Bill only had a dark tank top on and dark grey sweatpants on as he entered the room and walked towards me, laying a hand on my shoulder, he told me to go sit on his office desk, and I unsure of what would happen next.
Once he thought I was nice and comfy on his desk, Bill moved his office chair over to the side and grabbed my chin in his hand, forcing me to look up into his eyes. “I never wanted you to see this side of me however, I can’t let you get away with your snarky comment that you made earlier this evening outside of the social club now get off the desk and turn around, kitten.” He said coldly to me as he let go of me.
I did as I was told and placing my hands on either side of the desk, I let out a sigh and felt his hands on my ass before he hooked his thumbs around my silky black pajama bottoms pulling them down, I felt them fall around my feet along with my panties, I hoped silently that he didn’t notice the pad in the crotch panel in my panties but, I had a feeling he did, when it came to me Bill paid extra attention to everything, it didn’t matter what it was, Bill was definitely a man of his word, he said he would take really good care of me and he has so, I felt like I owed him something, and if this ‘punishment’ was it then so be it, this was a small price to pay for everything he has done for me so far.
“Why didn’t you tell me you started your period? Now I understand where your snarkiness came from tonight however, you’re not leaving this office until I’m pleased with your punishment. Now lean forward kitten.” He said to me, as he rubbed a hand on my ass cheek while watching me do as he commanded.
The thunder and lightning outside his office window grew louder while he brought one of his massive hands down on my ass cheek and, the sting of it hurt as I let out a whine afterwards.
“I’m sorry Bill.” I cried out as he open-handedly spanked me for what seemed like forever but, in reality it was only ten minutes.
Ignoring my apology he looked down at my now red ass with his hand prints all over it and smiled at his handiwork before telling me to turn over and put my underwear and black pajama bottoms back on as he slid his office chair back in its original position and he sat in it then gestured for me to crawl into his lap and I did.
Wrapping my arms around his neck, I looked into his eyes and we kissed as I felt an arm wrap around my waist.
“Don’t forget who you belong to Eliza, I don’t want to repeat this scenario again because, if I have to your going to need pajama bottoms and you’ll be sleeping on your stomach for a week instead of a couple of days, is that understood kitten?” He asked me, as he lit a cigar.
I nodded a ‘yes’ to him as I winced out in pain from my spanking, I had a feeling this wasn’t his first time putting a woman back in her place. “It’s not just my period that brought out the snarkiness in me Bill, on the way to the social club earlier this evening, Luca kissed me but, I didn’t kiss him back-,” but he cut me off with a rough kiss on the lips.
Putting his cigar down in a nearby ashtray, Bill let out a groan. “I’ll deal with Luca in the morning kitten but, answer me this, who kisses better my godson or me?” He asked me while running his fingers in my hair.
Gulping at his question, I told him that he was the better kisser of the two men hands down, which caused him to smirk while looking down at me, as he unwrapped his arm from around my waist before sending me off to bed.
“Good night kitten.” He said huskily out to me once I opened his office door.
Standing in the doorway, I turned my head and told him good night before I headed out of the office and closed the door behind me before I headed up the stairs to bed.
Picking up his discarded cigar, Bill let out a sigh as he looked out his office window. “Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy Luca, you’ve just screwed up big time. This is going to be a long trip to Kilkenny, Ireland for the three of us.” He said out to himself as he slowly let the cigar smoke escape from his mouth, as he closed his eyes and felt a headache coming on…
Notes:
End of Eliza's P.O.V
I've Got An Angel is by Eurythmics off of their 1983 album Swwet Dreams (Are Made of This)
This will be the last chapter for a while. Thank you for your support.
Chapter 21: Chapter Twenty.
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~The next morning, on board the Queen Elizabeth II~
Feeling Bill’s hand around my waist as the ship started to set sail, I looked up at him. “Thank you again for this-,” but Bill cut me off with a kiss on the lips.
“Don’t mention it my dearest, why don’t you stay here while Luca and I go take care of our rooms?” He said quietly to me, as he turned his head and casted his eyes on a very quiet Luca and motioned for him to come with him while he unwrapped his arm around my waist and the two men disappeared into the crowd of cruise passengers.
Opening up my purse, I let out a sigh and pulled out a cigarette before lighting it up and inhaling the chemicals. I was headed to Ireland, my mother’s homeland to bury her, just as she wanted to be, I was a mixture of emotions right now, it also didn’t help that my emotions were heightened because of my cycle, I just hoped that my cycle would come and go quickly because quite frankly, I didn’t need or want this shit right now. “Just my luck, I guess.” I whispered out to myself as I exhaled the chemicals from my cigarette.
“What’s just your luck signora Moore?” I heard Paulie ask from behind me.
Turning around, I looked at Paulie and let out an exasperated sigh. I knew this would happen, the only alone time I get now and days is when I go to the bathroom, do I seriously need to be watched in everything that I do? I thought to myself as I flicked my cigarette ashes on the cruise ship’s deck. “No offense Paulie, but could you get lost, I’d like some alone time.” I said coldly to him, as the words that came out of my mouth, sounded like they came from someone else and not myself, I hated acting like a bitch to him, Paulie has been nothing but nice to me ever since I met him.
Putting his hands in his coat pockets, Paulie looked down at me with no expression on his face. “I’m sorry signora Moore but, I have orders not to leave your side until signor Genovese or signor Sykes gets back.” He said to me. “So what was just your luck signora Moore?” He added to me.
I let out another exasperated sigh, I should’ve known Paulie was going to say that. “Shit just keeps happening to me Paulie, that’s all.” I confessed to him as I took another drag off of my cigarette then exhaled the smoke as I headed towards the taffrail and leaned against it and watched the ship move. “Does Bill or Luca know that you’re here?” I added out to him.
Leaning against the taffrail next to me, Paulie let out a sigh. “No, I’m here on my own, under Don Genovese’s orders, to keep an eye on you and Luca and for extra security.” He confessed to me as we both stood quietly next to each other. “Don’t tell either of them that I’m here, it would cause problems.” He added out to me.
Nodding my head at his request, I pushed off the taffrail and went looking for an ashtray with Paulie keeping his eyes on me until I came back to him and then he moved towards a crowded area and kept me in his sights until Bill and Luca came back from wherever they went.
Giving both Bill and Luca smile, I approached them as Bill handed me a card, I assumed it was for the room that we were all staying in.
Wrapping an arm around my shoulders, Bill, Luca and myself all started walking towards a set of glass doors together. “So we’re in a room together and Luca is in the room next to us, we’re staying in the penthouse suites, for now why don’t we all get unpacked and rest up for a bit before we go and check out the ship.” He said to us although, I had a feeling this was more of an order then a request.
Letting out a yawn, I laid my head in his armpit. I hated to admit this but, I could use a nap. “Okay Bill.” I said after my yawn as we all kept walking until we reached a pair of elevators and waited on one of them to come down, maybe this cruise would be a good thing for the three of us…
Notes:
End of Eliza's P.O.V
Chapter 22: Chapter Twenty One.
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~Four Days Later, Inside Bill and Eliza’s Penthouse Suite~
It was six in the morning when I heard the suite’s door open and close softly behind Bill, this was the third time that he hadn’t shown up until the wee early morning hours, and quite frankly, it was pissing me off as I pretended to be asleep, while I listened to him take off his clothes, socks and shoes before he slipped into a muscle tank top then as gently and as quietly as he could, he slid into bed with me, kissing my cheek, he pulled me against him, an arm wrapped around my waist while he almost laid his head on top of mine until I turned around and looked into his eyes, surprising the hell out of him.
“Kitten, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to wake you, I was just-,” I cut him off with a finger to his lips and shook my head at him, ignoring the fact that he reeked of alcohol.
Slipping out of his arm, I sat up in the bed and looked down at him, a frown on my face before I spoke to him. “Coming in from the bar again? Damn it Bill, I don’t give a shit about the drinking but, I give a damn about you and for the past three nights, I haven’t seen you expect at dinner and occasionally at lunch, is everything okay, or is there someone else? Because if there is-,” but Bill cut me off when he sat up and pressed his lips against mine roughly, his tongue demanding an entrance into my mouth, which I gave him willingly while he laid me back against the bed.
Breaking the kiss, he looked at me with a menacing look in his eyes, as he gently grabbed the back of my head for a moment before he let go of me and rubbed his fingers against the forehead before he spoke to me. “Even though I should discipline you for giving me attitude, I won’t because, there’s something I should’ve told you before we left but, I didn’t and that’s my fault. I served in the Vietnam war and ever since I came back from the war, I don’t enjoy being on ships in general, I also don’t sleep much because of it, I’m fine with four to six hours of sleep hence the reason that I’m drunk kitten.” He confessed to me, as he laid back down in the bed, a hand caressing my inner thigh while he spoke and then he pulled me against his chest again, his hot breath, breathing against my ear, while we laid together in the bed. “And as for seeing someone else I have a steak at home. Why would I go out for a hamburger?”
Turning my head at his words, I was about to ask him what he meant about that but, the alcohol must’ve kicked in because he was out like a light. Smiling at his sleeping face, I snuggled closer into him and I too fell back asleep, I suppose being in Bill’s arms made me feel safe…
Notes:
End of Eliza's P.O.V
"I have steak at home. Why should I go out for hamburger?" was famously quipped by actor Paul Newman when asked about his marriage to Jonne Woodward, it also highlights his loyalty and commitment to his wife.
Sorry about the really short chapter however, the next chapter won't be as short I promise.
Chapter 23: Chapter Twenty Two. Luck Be A Lady
Chapter Text
~Later That Night, Outside on One of the Upper Decks~
I exhaled the smoke out of my mouth and looked around me, while watching all of these people walk past me, it felt weird to be alone on this huge cruise ship. Just a few more days and I’ll be in Ireland, I hope we don’t run into trouble while we there. Oh shit perhaps I should tell Luca to keep his mouth shut about the Troubles while we’re there-, but my thoughts were cut off when a man with long black hair and matching eyes, wearing a black leather jacket stand next to me.
“Do you have a light miss?” He asked me as he pulled out a cigarette from his pack of cigarettes and placed he long cigarette in between his lips, his eyes never leaving my face while he spoke to me.
Hearing the warning bells go off in my head, I ignored them and handed him my zippo lighter, wondering where the hell Bill was as we accidently touched hands from exchanging the lighter.
Shivering at his touch, I gave him a small smile while I looked at this stranger; he definitely stood out from everyone else in their fancy suits and dresses. This guy was wearing a t-shirt under his black leather jacket and jeans that had seen better days however, what really struck as me odd was he had this scar on his right cheek, and the way he was looking at me was looking at me, was starting to make me uncomfortable.
“Thank you miss, I should be on my way now.” Was all he said to me, as he lit his cigarette and handed me the lighter back before he disappeared into the sea of people.
Bill laid a hand on my shoulder a few minutes later, and I nearly jumped out of my skin and almost dropping my nearly finished cigarette. “Are you okay dearest? You look you’ve seen a ghost.” He asked me before wrapping the hand that was on my shoulder around my shoulders.
I looked up at him and gave him a smile as we headed to dinner at the Mauretania Restaurant, hoping my smile was enough for him to not ask any more questions, he looked down at me and returned the smile but, his eyes gave me a quizzical look but, he didn’t ask me what was wrong again…
~Two Hours Later, Inside a Pool Hall~
I let out a sigh as Bill led me to a designated smoking area before he opened his case and pulled out two halves of his pool cue before putting them together and motioning for me to come over to the pool table. “What am I doing here Bill?” I asked him slightly annoyed as he held the pool cue tip a few inches from my lips.
“Blow on the tip dearest, it’s for good luck.” He said to me, while handing me his cue case to hold onto.
Blowing on his cue tip, I looked at him with a frown on my face as he brought the pool cue down to his side for a moment before he leaned down and gave me a kiss on the lips then returned back to his pool cue, rubbing the tip of it with chalk and setting it down on the empty pool table in front of us.
Taking my cheeks in his hands, he kissed me again. “This is what has kept me up since we’ve been here, unlike Luca, whose been in the casinos pissing his money away, I’ve been here winning and losing money from people, I use to enjoy playing this when I was younger, and I use to be good until Don Vincent and I played a few rounds against each other, and he kicked my ass and I haven’t picked up my pool cue in decades, until now.” He confessed to me and for a moment I could see the sparkle in his eyes through his glasses as he spoke and I smiled at him before he spoke again while his hands moved down to waist. “Were here so, I can hustle more poor saps out of their money.”
Shaking my head at his words, I just kept smiling at him, as he let go of my waist and led me to some chairs lined up against the back wall before sitting me down in one of them. “Let me guess, you just want me to sit back and watch?” I said to him as I placed the cue case on the floor underneath the chair that I was sitting in.
He nodded his head yes to me while he pulled out a cigar and let it dangle in between his lips before he lit it and inhaled the smoke and then slowly exhaling it out a moment later as he looked down and gave me a once over before he spoke to me with his trademark cigar in between his lips. “Eliza be my lady luck tonight, won’t you?” He asked me as he walked back towards the pool table where his pool cue laid and our eyes met.
Just for a moment I didn’t see this older version of Bill, standing at the pool table in front of me, instead I saw a younger and leaner version of him instead, a cigar in his mouth and there was a lot more hair on his head then there was now and the pot belly he has was non-existent along with his wrinkles, there was still an age gap between us but, it wasn’t nearly as huge as it is now.
Pulling a cigarette out of my purse, I slipped it in between my lips and lit it with my own zippio lighter before smiling at the image of a younger Bill standing at the pool table waiting on someone to show up and challenge him. I definitely had more feelings for this younger version of Bill then I did for the Bill that was in front of me as I shook the images of a younger Bill out of my head and focused on him instead. “Yes Bill, I’ll be your lucky lady tonight.” I said out to him while I inhaled the cigarette’s chemicals and we stared at each other for a moment before he looked away from me and scanned the room for an easy loser…
~Two Hours Later~
Bill was on a roll tonight, in just the two hours that we’ve been here, he’s collected at least five thousand dollars in various types of money, which I was holding for him, correction make that six thousand dollars, he just beat another dip.
“So this is where you two have been, I’m surprised your old man is still awake at this hour.” Luca said to me as he took a seat next to me while lighting up a cigarette and then gave me a quick once over.
Letting out a scoff at Luca’s words, I elbowed him in the ribs before placing a cigarette in between my lips and lighting it. “Yes Luca this where Bill and I have been most of the night, did you run out of money in the casino?” I said slightly annoyed about his comment towards Bill. “If you came here to ruffle my feathers, I suggest you take a hike, I’m busy at the moment in case you can’t see that.” I added out to him as I inhaled the chemicals from my cigarette before exhaling them as I tried my damnest to not blow smoke in Luca’s face but his comment about Bill really stung and it kind of soured my mood as I tired to focus on Bill, who was collecting money from the dip at the moment.
Money in hand as the two men parted ways, Bill made his way back towards me while he brushed off some guys slapping his back and a few flirtatious looks from the women as he handed me a thousand dollars to hold for him before leaning down and kissing my lips while eyeing Luca. “Well look who showed up did ya run out of money finally Luca?” He asked him once he broke the kiss off between us and took a long swallow of his old fashioned before the two men met eyes.
Luca looked up at his godfather with a hint of anger in his eyes. “Yes I did, and I was wondering if-,” Bill cut him off with a guffaw before giving him a cold look.
“No way in hell would I give you a penny of my winnings tonight Luca, even if you beat me at my own game. I’m not your father; I’m not going to give you money just because you ask for it. Your going to have to stop pissing your money away in the casino. Now you can either stay here or watch or you can get the fuck outta of here, got it young man.” He said coldly to him as he leaned against the table next to me before turning his head and eyeing the pool table in front of him.
Apparently Bill did hear Luca’s comment about him on his age from the pool table, the tension between these started from the moment we stepped on this ship, I’m not to sure if Bill and Luca exchanged words or something else but, whatever happened between these two was starting to make me uncomfortable and Bill picked on that.
Setting his old fashioned down on the table next to me, he laid a hand on the back of my neck and rubbed his fingers against my neck, causing me to nearly drop my cigarette and place my free hand over my mouth to stifle the moan that escaped my lips before he leaned down and whispered in my ear, “one more games and we’re out of here, I’ll be ready to go back to the penthouse by then, and show my lucky lady how much I appreciate her.” As he eyed the hard-on starting to form in his pants before he straightened himself up, and gave me a kiss on the cheek and brought his old fashioned to his lips and took another long swallow before nearly slamming it down on the table and heading back to the pool table where the stranger from earlier this evening waited on him.
Shaking hands with another they introduced themselves, the stranger’s name was Alexei Romanoff, and I can’t believe someone let him in here dressed as he was, still in his leather jacket, t-shirt and jeans.
Luca must’ve noticed something was wrong with me because he grabbed my hand and snapped me out of my daze. “What’s wrong signora Moore?” He asked me while squeezing my hand for reassurance.
“It’s nothing Luca.” I lied to him as I looked at Alexei and we met eyes for a second before he turned his attention towards Bill, and a feeling of uneasiness started to run through my entire body. I debated in my head rather or not to stop this game that about to happen between the two men but, I knew if I did then I would have to face an irate Bill and Alexei would know that something was up so, against my better judgement I didn’t say anything and kept my eyes on the game that was about to begin.
Lighting a cigarette, Alexei dug in his jean pockets for money pulling out six thousand dollars; he laid it out of the side of the pool table and gave Bill a smile. “Is this how much it is a game?” He asked him, his Russian accent thick as he spoke to and looked at Bill, who looked at him with disbelief before returning to his calm and blank expression.
Eyeing the money on the side of the pool table, Bill turned his head and motioned for me to approach the table, and I did with all the cash he won tonight in hand. “Lay the money down dearest and hold on to my jacket, I have a feeling this game just got serious.” He said quietly to me as another man appeared from the congregation of on lookers and stood next to Alexei, both of them exchanging words in a language that I didn’t understand and taking turns looking at the two of us.
Taking his suit jacket off, Bill handed it to me while he straightened himself up and rolled up his sleeves. “Anytime tonight would be wonderful gentlemen.” He said impatiently to the two men.
Alexei just gave Bill a small smile while he shooed his friend into the crowd of spectators. “No offense Mr. Bill but, could I perhaps ask for someone else besides your lovely young lady to hold onto our cash during the game, I don’t feel comfortable with the other party holding onto money that I worked so hard for.” He confessed to him.
Pulling out a cigar out of one of his suit pockets, Bill reached into his slack pockets and pulled out a lighter and lit his cigar before he spoke to Alexei. “Of course, do you want to play 8-ball or is there a different game that you have in mind?” He asked him, while trying to size him up.
Pointing to a lady in a sparkling red dress, Alexei watched as the money that I was holding onto slid into this lady’s hand before he gave her his own money and motioning her to take a couple of steps back before he answered his Bill’s question. “If you wouldn’t mind, may we play Russian Pyramid or as you Americans call it, pyramid, my preferred game would be Straight Pyramid or as it’s called in America, straight pool.” He said to him, his eyes never leaving Bill’s.
Bill agreed to his opponent’s game of choice, just as a man shoved his way out of the crowd and towards the two men, looking at both of them with a nervous smile on his face.
“Excuse me gentlemen but, I’m the man in charge of this pool hall and seeing as you’re the only customers playing, may I referee this game of yours?” He asked them.
Both men exchanged looks to one another before nodding a ‘yes’ to the manager.
Giving them a smile, the man introduced himself as Hal and the three men shook hands.
I was about to go and sit down but Bill stopped me with a hand on my stomach, leaning down, he lightly pressed his lips to mine before telling me to go sit down next to Luca as he removed his hand from around my stomach once he stopped speaking to me.
Clearing his throat, Hal began to speak. “Tonight ladies and gentlemen we have a special match our current winner tonight Mr. Bill Sykes and his opponent Alexei Romanoff, the game of choice tonight is straight pool, whoever wins this game walks away with bragging rights.” He said out to the crowd.
“And twelve thousand dollars.” Both Bill and Alexei said underneath their breaths.
Pulling a coin out of his pocket Hal, looked at the two men and told them to call it in the air as he flipped the quarter off of his thumb while Alexei called heads, which meant Bill was tails.
The room went quiet as the coin landed on the floor, bending down and looking at the coin, Hal picked it up and smiled at the two men and nodded his head at Alexei. “Alexei goes first.” He said out to everyone.
Alexei smiled at Hal before gabbing a pool stick then leaned across the table as he placed the cue ball on the table once all the balls were racked together, and once the rack was off the table, he brought his pool stick on the table and broke all the balls sending one ball into one of the pockets and the game begun…
Notes:
End of Eliza's P.O.V
The chapter is named after Frank Sinatra's song Luck Be A Lady, which was released in 1963.
Chapter 24: Chapter Twenty Three. Physical
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~Thirty Minutes later, Inside Bill and Eliza’s Penthouse Suite~
Once the door to the penthouse and the door that connected to Luca’s room were locked, Bill took his suit jacket off then dug into his suit jacket pocket and pulled out the twelve thousand in cash and a key to the safe, he walked towards a picture, he moved it to the side and unlocked the safe, depositing the cash, he pulled out a prescription bottle of my anti-epileptic medication before tossing it to me. “Take your *Zarontin Eliza, I know you took it this morning because I watched you however, you’ve been skipping your nightly pill, and if you have a seizure-,” he cut himself off and told me to just take the pill and there was a Coke in the mini-fridge across from the bed that we were sharing.
I pouted at his orders but, I did as I was told as I opened the mini-fridge and grabbed a can of coca cola. Opening it, I took a long sip and dropped the pill into my mouth and then swallowed it before shutting the mini-fridge’s door, and slipping out of my dress and taking the heels off, finally, I hate heels I much rather be barefooted then in any shoes as I walked towards Bill and handed him the bottle of Zarontin.
Taking the Zarontin from my hand and putting the bottle back in the safe, he locked it up then walked back towards his suit jacket and put the key back in the pocket before loosening his tie and tossing it where his suit jacket was, his eyes roaming over my almost naked body, he licked his lips before taking his hand in mine, he pulled me against his chest before he leaned down and started kissing the side of my neck all the while unhooking my bra.
“Bill.” I moaned out as my hands went straight for his belt buckle and made quick work of removing it before I used a hand to slide his pants down until they were around his ankles, his cock all ready hard and erect. “Before we get any further Bill, I need to talk to you about Alexei.” I said to him in between moans while he kept kissing the side of my neck, while he stepped out of his slacks, his dress shoes all ready off.
“What about him kitten?” He said in between placing his kisses down my collar bone while moving us towards the bed, his voice husky as he spoke to me, apparently me being on the tail end of my period wasn’t going to stop him from getting in between my legs tonight, which I should’ve known because when it came to Bill and sex with me, I was helpless to stop him from his achieving his goal, every single time.
“Before we went to the Mauretania Restaurant, Alexei approached me, asking for a light-,” I was cut off as another moan escaped my lips and we walked back towards the bed, Bill stopping his assault of kisses on my collar bone so, he could lightly push into the middle of the bed, while he hooked a thumb on the side of my panties and slid them off with ease before placing an arm on the bed to steady himself, our eyes meeting while he used his other hand to stroke my hair, non-verbally telling me to continue and that I had his full attention.
I looked into his lustful, hungry eyes, knowing how he was when it came to me; I knew I should make this confession short and sweet before he gave into his animal instincts. “I felt very uncomfortable around him when he asked to borrow a light from me, and when you played against him, I still very uncomfortable. What I’m trying to say is that Bill; Alexei could be a dangerous man.” I said out to him.
Bill nodded his head at my words and returned his attention back towards my collar bone before moving his lips to my ear. “He’s part of the Russian Mafia called Bratva, which in English means brotherhood and he’s not a low ranking member either, there’s a tattoo on one of his fingers, that could identify him to other members as a high ranking member but, don’t worry about him kitten, let me do the worrying right now, I need you to forget about him and focus on me letting me pleasure you.” He said huskily in my ear, which sent shivers up and down my spine, as I felt his cock rub against my pussy lips, while his lips trailed down to my breasts, as he took my right nipple in his mouth and began to suck on it.
I let out a moan while he sucked on my nipple but, before I could fully give into his pleasure, I had to ask him a question that had been on my mind since Luca told me about it on the way to the social club. “Can you get me pregnant or not?” I managed to quickly ask him before letting out another moan, as his the tip of his cock started rubbing aggressively against my pussy lips.
His nostrils flared at the question that came out of my mouth before he let out a growl that vibrated against my body, as he let my nipple pop out of his mouth. “Let me guess, Luca told you that? Its true kitten, I can’t get you pregnant, I haven’t been able to do so since I was in my late forties now, do you have anything else to say or I can take care of you like I’ve been planning to do since dinner?” He asked me, his eyes filled with a mixture of lust and anger as he looked at me over his glasses.
Meeting his eyes, I just shook my head no and let out him go about his task at hand because if I didn’t the mood between us would be ruined.
Using the hand that was stroking my hair, he grabbed both of my wrists and pinned them above my head before he placed a kiss on my lips and then without warning he slowly but roughly filled my vagina with is cock, smirking as he watched the various expressions on my face change and I let out a rather loud moan as he moved his lips back to my collar bone before he roughly stuffed the rest of his cock into my pussy, my moans and his groans filling the room until the early hours of the morning…
~End of Eliza’s P.O.V~
~In Kilkenny, Ireland, that Same Night~
The windows were open, all the clocks had been stopped and the mirrors were either covered or turned to face the wall as a woman did something she had quit over a decade ago, she lit a cigarette.
Looking at her husband of twenty years and then her second oldest child, she inhaled the chemicals in her cigarette before she spoke, her eyes glancing at the opened letter that was lying on the kitchen table, it was the final letter she would ever receive from her older sister ever again. “Eliza will be here in a few days, I’m sure of it. In the meantime, you two will keep your mouths shut about the Troubles, as well as any religious talk, I may be burying me sister in a few days but Eliza’s burying her *mhathair and your seanmháthair is burying her oldest child. Rowan, you and your siblings go clear out the barn after your chores in the morning. Declan my love, make sure there’s enough alcohol for the next few days and how much do we have in our savings account again love?” She asked her husband, her Irish accent thick while she spoke, her brown eyes flickering over to her sister’s body for a moment before they turned back to her husband.
Taking a long sip of his whiskey, Declan met his wife’s eyes. “Yes dear, we have about fifty thousand pounds in there, is that enough to pay off this Sykes guy for good?” He asked her while he put his drink down on the kitchen table.
Exhaling the chemicals from her cigarette, she let out a sigh before she flicked the ashes in the ashtray on the kitchen table. “Yes, that should be enough but, leave about five thousand in there, we need something to leave behind if things go south and even if does, I’ll shoot the *bastaird meself, there’s plenty of land here to bury him in, if not I’m sure the O’Connor’s wouldn’t mind if we fed the rest of him to their pigs either way, he’s not leaving here or Ireland with my neacht.” She said coldly to them, as she smashed her cigarette out against the ashtray. Sykes, Fiona was the soft-hearted out of the two of us but, I’m not, and when it comes to me family, I’ll kill anyone who hurts them. She thought to herself as she sent her husband and her son to bed, telling them she would watch over her sister’s body for the rest of the night…
Notes:
*Zarontin was an was an anti-epileptic medication used in 1985. It had been introduced in 1958 and was widely used for treating absence seizures (also known as petit mal seizures).
*Mhathair means mother in Irish
*Bastaird means bastard in Irish
*Physical is a song made by British-Australian singer Olivia Newton-John, and it was released on the 13th of October in 1981.
Chapter 25: Chapter Twenty Four.
Chapter Text
~Inside Bill and Eliza’s Penthouse, the Next Morning~
Blinking my eyes open, I turned my head and realized that Bill was awake, stroking the inside of my inner thigh before I turned my head and looked at the clock, which read seven am. “Good morning Bill.” I said sleepy out to him.
Burying his head into the side of my neck, he let out a groan before mumbling out a “good morning kitten” to me, as he removed his hand from my inner thigh and readjusted himself in between my legs, someone was apparently ready for round two or was this round three? Either way I looked at him.
“Oh Bill, I don’t think my vagina can handle being stuffed again, I don’t even if she’s finished all of your semen from last night.” I said to him as I felt a finger enter my vagina, causing me to let out a moan.
Moving his head from my neck, he started kissing the side of my neck before he placed his lips on my ear. “Oh you were such a good kitten last night, taking all of my semen in all three of your holes, if Luca and I weren’t going out exploring Portugal today, you’d be wearing my semen all over you and I’d have room service bring all three of our meals to us, while I make you work for each of them kitten.” He said huskily in my ear, causing the hairs on the back of my neck to stand up and for me to move closer to him, while he pulled his finger out of my vagina and I let out another moan while he rubbed the tip of his cock on the outside of my vagina, as he listened to my moans, which was music to his ears.
I let out a sigh and moved down and used one of my hands to keep his hard, erect cock still while I mounted his cock, which caused both of us to vocalize our pleasure.
Sitting up sideways, Bill flipped me on my stomach while groaning as he kept thrusting more and more of himself into me until his balls were slapping against the outside of my vagina, and his knees were up against the bed as he placed a hand above my head and used his body weight to keep me pinned underneath him, helpless and moaning out his name until he shot a load of his fresh, hot semen inside of me, while I let out a moan and orgasmed all over his cock before he moved his lips to mine, and we made out as he slid himself out of me, causing me to moan while he broke away from the kiss, his eyes roaming over every inch of my naked body before he gave me a smirk and wrapped an arm around my waist, he lifted me out of the bed and gently tossed me over his shoulder and we headed to the shower, possibly for another round? At this point I gave trying to figure him out and just let things happen…
~A Few Hours Later, inside One of the Pool Areas~
Putting my stuff down on an empty chair, I let out a sigh before stepping into the cool water then I fully submerged myself into the water before I started the breaststroke and swam all around the pool, grateful for this time alone away from Luca and Bill although, I’m sure Paulie was somewhere close by. Paulie did say that he was here for extra security and to keep eye on Luca and myself but, I had a feeling that wasn’t the whole truth even though we were thousands of miles away from New York, I could feel Don Genovese’s blue eyes on me of course, that wasn’t the only pair of eyes that on me.
Turning around, I let out a sigh of relief when I saw that no one was there, that was until a figure came swimming towards me as I moved out of the way for them to pass by but, it was no use, they swam past me while having their arm out, and they started dragging me towards the deeper end of the pool, completely ignoring my pleas to let go of me.
Popping their head out of the water, I saw that the person was holding me, was none other than Alexei and my blood ran cold. “Calm down malyshika* you’re a hard girl to find.” He said in between breaths as we treaded water in the pool both of us eyeing the other.
Alexei was covered in various tattoos and he’s super pale and skinny, just by looking at him, you would think that he was a frail man but, the arm that was locked around my waist would beg to differ.
I just glared at him before I spoke to him. “Perhaps I didn’t want to be found especially by the likes of you Mr. Romanoff.” I said coldly to him, as I heard the doors to the pool room open and close, and in walked Paulie, clearing his throat and interrupting the tense standoff between Mr. Romanoff and myself.
Looking at Alexei, Paulie placed a hand on the side of his pants, where his gun was located before his eyes roamed over to me. “Are you almost finished with your workout Signora Moore? I’ve come to escort you back to your room if you are.” He said calmly to, his eyes going back and forth between Alexei and myself while he spoke.
Sensing that Paulie meant business, Alexei let go of me and moved out of the way and watched as I swam back towards the shallow end of the pool, where Paulie was waiting for me.
It was quiet in the room until I stepped out of the pool and walked over to where my towel was and wrapped it around my waist before gathering my stuff and exiting the pool room, with Paulie on my heels.
“Thank you Paulie.” I said quietly to him once we left the pool room.
“You’re welcome Signora Moore, Fratello Sykes and Signor Genovese should be back shortly, for now why don’t you go back to the penthouse and rest. I’m sure Fratello Sykes has plans for you tonight. I’ll be outside the penthouse until about five minutes before they arrive but, if you need anything I’ll be out there keeping watch.” He said quietly back to me, his eyes darting around while he spoke, his hand never leaving the area where his gun was until we were at the elevators, only then did Paulie allow himself to relax a little as he pushed the up button in the elevator as we waited on the elevator together in silence…
Notes:
End of Eliza's P.O.V
*Malyshika is Russian for little one
Chapter 26: Chapter Twenty Five. The Foggy Dew/ Fáilte go hĖrinn (Welcome to Ireland)
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~Outside Sáoirse’s Home, Two Days later, Sometime that Same Night~
I’ve been a mixture of emotions since we left the ship this afternoon, not because of Bill or Luca but, because we were really here in my mother’s homeland, and Ireland was really beautiful even though the Troubles were going on right now, and once we left the Dublin Port, it was pretty evident that there was a war going on until we reached Crookstown, it also didn’t help that Bill kept saying we were being followed until we passed a crappy hotel only then, did the person or persons stop following us, and I have a feeling that it wasn’t Paulie who had been following us, which meant that-, but my thoughts were cut off when Bill put the rental car in park behind a blue Ford Fiesta.
Resting one of his hands on my knee, we both looked at each other before I laid one of my hands on top of the hand that rested on my knee and I caressed his hand. “Eliza, let me at least get your suitcases and take them in for you. Even though it should be Luca who is suppose to be doing this but, the idiot is sleeping off all the alcohol that he consumed fifteen minutes before we docked into the port.” He said to me as his flickered to the sleeping Luca in the backseat for a moment before he returned his attention back to me, the hand that was resting on my knee, started moving backwards towards my thigh as he flashed me a smirk as his hand started its way towards my inner thigh but, two figures stepping out of the two-story house stopped Bill’s wicked plans in its tracks as he quickly removed his hand from my thigh and unbuckled my seat belt before he removed his own then opened up his door while pressing a button to open the trunk of the car, where all of our luggage/suitcases were, and Bill returned to his normal business-like composure, as he got out of the car and shut his door loudly.
Letting out a sigh, I eyed the sleeping Luca thinking, Oh I hope those two can get along for the next few days or heaven help us. Then I opened my door while removing the rest of the seat belt from around me before I too stepped out of the car and shut the door behind me and then I came face-to-face with my Aintín Saoirse, who didn’t say anything and just pulled me into her arms as we embraced for the first time ever.
“Fáilte ga hĖrinn my dear neacht.” She said softly in my ear as she released me from her embrace and setting her eyes on Bill, everything about changed in an instant.
Pulling out her double-barred shotgun from behind her dark green cross-back apron, Saoirse held it to Bill’s Adam’s Apple, her brown eyes looked into his black ones, even though Aintín Saoirse only stood 5’5, she wasn’t afraid of going toe-to-toe with Bill, who was a foot and two inches taller than her. “Declan, tabhair an t-airgead dó*!” She nearly shouted at him before adding in English, “there’s forty thousand U.S dollars in that duffle bag, is that enough to pay off my niece’s debt to you Mr. Sykes?” She added out to him, as her finger hovered around the trigger.
Declan just nodded at his wife’s order before disappearing in the house and returning with a duffle bag in hand a few minutes later as he tossed it on the ground at Bill’s feet, his gaze trained on Bill, I had a feeling Uncle Declan wasn’t a pushover either.
Bending down slowly, Bill unzipped the bag and slowly opened it just to check if he was being handed real money, and he was, impressed the money was in U.S dollars before he zipped the bag back up, grabbing it with a hand, he lifted the bag off the ground and held it at his side, the muzzle still being held up at his Adam’s Apple. “It’s not enough to pay off all of the debt but, this covers most of it, now can you put the shotgun down please Mrs. Moore?” Bill asked her as nicely as he could manage, apparently, Bill thought he was going to deal with another Fiona but, he was gravely mistaken.
Looking up at Bill, she let out a low whistle and a blackish- greyish Irish wolfhound appeared from around the other side of the house, his teeth barred once he got a whiff of Bill and then a chestnut red Irish Setter appeared from inside the house and descended down the steps before they to barred their teeth at Bill.
Backing away a couple of steps, Bill’s eyes moved back and forth between Saoirse and her dogs.
Lowering her shotgun down to her side, Saoirse spoke to him, her brown never looking away from Bill’s black ones. “And it’s Murphy, not Moore, as for my neacht, she’ll be staying with us until my sister’s in the ground, after that you can come and get her unless she wants to stay for the repast, at which time you and that buachaill* can come and collect her, the repast starts at 3pm and goes well into the wee hours of the night, now get off my property Mr. Sykes, she’ll see you in a couple of days.” Saoirse said coldly and firmly to him, while she wrapped a protective arm around my waist.
“Can I have a moment alone with Eliza, please?” Bill asked my aunt with a hint of desperation in his voice as he spoke.
Looking between Bill and I, she pressed her lips together tightly before she spoke. “No, I think you have had enough alone time with her all ready. Now get in your rental car and leave.” Was all she said to him, her Irish accent was thick while she spoke to him.
Letting out a sigh, Bill gave me one last look before he headed back towards the rental car and opened the driver’s door and setting the duffle bag full of money in the passenger seat next to him, he closed his door behind him and put the car in reverse so he could exit out of the rather long driveway.
Once Bill and the still sleeping Luca could no longer be seen, only then did Aintín Saoirse and everyone else begun to relax, and the tension that was once in the air between her and Bill started to dissipate. “You can all come out now!” She yelled in the direction of the house.
Suddenly seven red-haired people came out from various places, three boys and four girls, all grinning came running towards me, they were my cousins.
Holding out her shotgun her husband/my uncle, came to collect it and kissed her cheek, as she unwrapped her arm from around my waist, she started digging in her apron pockets as she pulled out a cigarette and a lighter, her hands shaking as she tried to light the cigarette but, her second oldest child Rowan had to end up helping her light it.
“Thank you Rowan, my sweet.” She said as she inhaled the chemicals once Rowan had lit the cigarette for her.
Rowan just nodded at his máthair’s words before he turned to me and smiled, he was tall and very muscular, he probably stood 6’1 and weighed 200 pounds but, that’s just a guess, he had freckles all over his cheeks and he and the rest of his siblings had green eyes along with curly red hair. “So col ceathrair*, let me introduce to everyone in person.” He said cheerfully to me, as he bent down and collected my suitcases in both of his arms while introducing me to everyone…
Notes:
End of Eliza's P.O.V
*tabhair an t-airgead dó means give him the money in Irish
*Buachaill means boy in Irish
*Col ceathrair means cousin in Irish
Chapter 27: Chapter Twenty Six. The Parting Glass
Chapter Text
~Two Days Later, Outside Sáoirse’s Home, that Morning~
I sat outside with one of mom’s sweaters wrapped around me and a can of Coca-Cola in one hand and a cigarette in the other, the last forty-eight hours had been filled with one shocking revelation after another.
Apparently, the man who I called “dad” from the time I could walk wasn’t my father at all, he just assumed the role before leaving my mother and I in debt three years ago, the man who had a hand in my making, is/was Ricco “Ricky” Ricci, which meant Paulie is/was my uncle and I had feeling that Paulie was unaware of our kinship.
Taking one last drag off of my cigarette, I inhaled the chemicals before smashing my morning cigarette into the ashtray next to me as I stood up and was about to head back inside the house when I heard Aintín Sáoirse and Mórai Deirdre talking in the sitting room.
“Mam, leave her be, she’s outside smoking her morning toitín*.” Aintín Sáoirse said exasperated to her mother, she didn’t need her mother’s shit this morning.
Hearing footsteps approach the back door, I watched as the door knob turned and the back door was opened and out walked Mórai Deirdre, dressed in all black, her long sliver hair tied back in a shamrock clip, she gave me a weak smile.
“Maidin Mhaith* Eliza dear-,” she cut herself off when she saw that one of her daughter’s sweaters wrapped around me, as tears began to fill up in her blue eyes.
Oh shit, I made her cry again. I thought to myself as sat my can of coke on the railing of the back porch across from me, and I walked over to her and gave her hug as she pulled me into the hug, the tears that fell from her blue eyes landed on the top of my head. “I didn’t mean to make you cry Mórai-,” but she cut me off as she wiped away the remaining tears from her eyes.
“Nonsense Eliza, you look like Fiona from the back especially with that sweater on and for a moment, I thought my daughter had returned to me but, then I realized that she’s in the sitting room-,” she cut herself off and let me go before taking a seat in the patio glider and patting the empty seat next to her. “Let us have a talk about Mr. Sykes before everyone gets here.” She added to me once I sat next to her.
Walking out the back door, dressed in all black with an unlit cigarette in between her lips, Aintín Sáoirse’s brown eyes looked between her mother and myself, as she moved towards us before letting go of the back door and then lit her cigarette. “Yes, let us talk about Bill Sykes, and why he has his eyes set on you.” She said coldly out to us as the back door slammed shut behind her, causing me to jump a little.
Letting out a groan, I wanted to slap myself even though I should’ve seen this coming, they were just worried about me but, I knew this conversation was going to be a very uncomfortable one..
~later on that Afternoon, at the Family’s Burial Grounds~
I turned away as my uncle, second eldest cousin and a few other men lowered my mother’s coffin into the ground with ropes and timber as The Parting Glass by The Clancy Brothers started playing from the house, ignoring the tears that fell from my eyes, I spotted both Bill and Luca standing next to the rental car both of them nodding at me when our eyes made contact.
Keeping a firm hand on my shoulder, Aintín Sáoirse gave me a look that said ‘not yet wait until your mam’s in the ground’, and I did as I was told because Aintín Sáoirse scared the shit out of me.
Letting out a sigh, I looked at Bill again before I turned my back on him and looked anywhere but my mom’s coffin as it kept being lowered into the ground.
“We need to talk once your mam is buried, you, myself and Mr. Sykes because I’m not letting you go back to America with him.” She whispered to me, as Mórai Deirdre nudged her daughter in the ribs.
“Dún do bhéal* Sáoirse.” Deirdre whispered out coldly to her daughter as she dabbed at her eyes and it became quiet again with the exception of people crying and The Parting Glass playing from the house.
But since it falls unto my lot
That I should rise and you should not
I'll gently rise and softly call
Good night and joy be with you all
Were the last lines that were sung by The Clancy Brothers as the song ended and my mom’s coffin was in its forever home, her family graveyard.
Letting go of my shoulder, Sáoirse watched me out of the corner of her eye as I brisk fully walked down the hill and towards Bill and Luca, trying not to run towards them until I only stood a few inches away from them.
“I’ve missed you.” Bill and I said to each other in unison as I tried to wrap my arms around his waist but, my arms couldn’t quite reach all the way around unlike his arms, which fit comfortably around my waist as he pulled me in close to him and we shared a kiss.
“Get a room you two.” Luca teased to the both of us, a couple of minutes later, as we broke away from the kiss, and we just looked at each other, ignoring Luca.
“Aintín Sáoirse wants to have a talk with both of us, and Bill, I don’t think she is going to let me leave here without a fight.” I confessed to him.
Looking down at me, Bill let out a sigh and removed one of his arms from around my waist and placed a hand on his forehead before rubbing his temples together. “Yeah okay dearest.” He said half-heartedly to me as his other hand caressed my lower back before adding out to me, “have you been taking your medication dearest?” His eyes never leaving mine after he spoke to me.
The stare that Bill was giving me was intense and it me nervous so nervous, that I looked away from him while mumbling out a “yes Bill” to him as he pressed me against his chest and lowered his hand down further on my back while he inhaled my scent before letting out a low groan of pleasure and then quickly placed a kiss on my forehead before relaxing his grip on me while returning to his business-like composure, his eyes quickly glancing over to medium-size group of mourners that were headed our way along with Aintín Sáoirse’s two dogs, the Irish Wolfhound was named Faolán* and the Irish Setter was named Casey*, and both dogs looked at Bill with barred teeth.
Letting go of me, Bill leaned against the rental car as Faolán walked closer to me, using his body to separate me from both Bill and Luca until I was a safe distance away from them and back with my family.
Placing a hand on my shoulder Aintín Sáoirse gave both Bill and Luca a scowl of disapproval as she called off both of the dogs and told everyone else to either go in the house or to make their way to the barn that was a few feet away from the back of the house, it was time for the wake. “Aren’t you suppose to go get change Eliza dear, you can’t Sean-nós dance and cėili dance in that outfit, now can ye?” She said in an authoritative tone as she let go of my shoulder and stormed over to both Bill and Luca, and I took this as my cue to go back into the house and change.
“Poor Bill and Luca Aintín Sáoirse is going to give them an earful that they won’t forget.” I whispered out to myself as passed by Rowan and their third oldest sibling Finn, who smiled at the other as they watched their mother stab Bill in the chest with a finger over and over, and I just rolled my eyes a them as Maureen came out of the house and grabbed them both by the backs of their suits before dragging them towards me and mumbling under her breath about them as we all went inside the house together.
I walked through the kitchen and into the sitting room, passing by the rest of my cousins who had their noses pressed against a glass window, watching the scene from the safety of inside their house and I shook my head and then headed upstairs to Sėamus’s room to get changed.
Closing the bedroom door behind me, I looked around the room, and let out a sigh, Sėamus had died a few years earlier because of the Troubles and it caused Aintín Sáoirse to change and from what my mom told me, she still hasn’t recovered from his death in fact, I don’t think anyone who lives has recovered from Sėamus’s death, he was only twenty-one when he died.
Shaking myself out of my thoughts, I walked over to my suitcase and pulled out a dark green dress that stopped before my knees along with a matching A-line skirt and a black tight short sleeve shirt for catching perspiration, my poodle socks and both my ghillies and hard shoes as I started undressing out of my funeral clothes and into the dark green dress…
I stepped outside the barn to catch my breath and to have a cigarette when I noticed it was quiet minus all the noise that was coming from the barn, I eyed the sleeping Faolán and Casey outside the barn doors, I smiled at them and was about to light a cigarette when I noticed a figure headed my way, they were limping and I couldn’t quite make them out until a flood light came on and the figure that was approaching was none other then Paulie, who looked like he gotten into a fight with someone.
Dropping my lighter and cigarette, I started heading towards him not able to make out what he was shouting about until I felt something stab me in the arm, pulling it out, I let out a hiss and kept heading towards Paulie, yelling out for either Bill or Luca along the way until I felt the effects of whatever had stabbed me in my arm and I fell to the ground or at least it felt like I had fallen to ground…
Notes:
End of Eliza's P.O.V
*toitín means cigarette
*Maidin Mhaith means good morning
* Dún do bhéal means close your mouth
* Faolán means little wolf
* Casey means vigilant and brave
Chapter 28: Chapter Twenty Seven. Rocky Road to Dublin
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While in the merry month of May, now from me home I started
Left, the girls of Tuam were nearly broken-hearted
Saluted father dear, kissed me darling mother
Drank a pint of beer, me grief and tears to smother
Then off to reap the corn and leave where I was born
Cut a stout, black thorn to banish ghosts and goblins
A brand-new pair of brogues to rattle over the bogs
And frighten all the dogs on the rocky road to Dublin
Bill was the first to hear his kitten’s voice yelling out for him and Luca over the music, eyeing Luca who was in the middle of a cėili dance, he didn’t say anything to him, he just slipped out of the barn, eyeing the two dogs who were sound asleep on his way out, he was surprised that Eliza’s yelling didn’t arouse them from their sleep, if only Bill had done a closer inspection on them, he would’ve noticed that both dogs had been sedated however, Saoirse’s dogs weren’t a concern to him at the moment, his main concern at the moment was Eliza, who had not only gone quiet but disappeared completely.
Pulling his gun out of the inside of his waistband, Bill scanned the area quickly with his gun in his hand and noticed Paulie on the ground, crawling towards him.
“It’s the Russians Bill, I’ve been keeping an eye on them since we departed from New York, they followed us here and they took Eliza, I tried to stop them but-,” Paulie was cut off by Bill patting his shoulder.
Suddenly before Bill could call out for anyone else, small canisters landed in his direction and he was hit in the back with plastic bullets just as the canisters went off.
Ignoring the gas, Bill dragged Paulie to the barn, unaware that tear gas had also been deployed in there to. “Luca!” He yelled out as he put his gun back inside of his waistband and dug in his pants for his car keys.
“Yeah Bill?” Luca shouted back through the gas as he made his way towards Bill’s voice.
“Stay here with Paulie, I’m headed to the car and going to get Eliza from the Russians!” He yelled out to him as he turned on his heel and left the barn unaware that Eliza’s uncle was right behind him.
Running towards the rental car, Bill shoved the key into the keyhole and opened his door before jumping into the driver’s seat and starting the car, putting the AC on high, he closed his door just as the passenger door was being opened and in the seat next to him was Eliza’s uncle Declan with a shot gun in between his legs.
Closing the passenger door, the two men stared at each other for a moment before Declan spoke. “What are you waiting on let’s go get my neacht back.” He nearly yelled at him as Bill put the car into drive and was about to put in reverse when Luca and Paulie hopped in the back seat.
Letting out an aggravated sigh, Bill didn’t have time to argue with anyone, as he put the car in reverse once he heard the passenger doors shut, he headed to parts unknown, silently thankful that Eliza’s uncle was with him.
A-one, two, three, four, five
Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road
And all the ways to Dublin, whack, follol de-dah
Opening her eyes all she could was darkness and hear voices speaking in Russian, letting out a hiss of pain from the dart that hit her in her arm earlier, the voices that were speaking stopped and it became very quiet until she heard footsteps approach her and felt a hand stroke her cheek.
“You’re awake finally, I wasn’t sure how long that tranquilizer would knock you out however forty-five minutes was plenty of time to capture you and bring you here Eliza.” A male said out to her as he removed his hand from her cheek and placed it on top of one of her hands.
The male’s voice was familiar but, she couldn’t quite place it however, she was starting to realize that she was strapped in a chair, her ankles bound by something along with her wrists, and she was blindfolded. “Who are you? Why am I here and what do you want with me?” She asked out to her captor unable to keep the fear out of her voice as she spoke.
Hearing something scraping across the floor, the scraping noise stopped in front of Eliza and she heard the person sit down across from her, his hand still on top of one of her hands.
Clearing his throat, the man said something in Russian before she heard footsteps of several people exiting and a door closing behind the footsteps and a moment later, the blindfold came off and Eliza came face-to-face with Alexei Romanoff, who gave her a small smile before pulling out a knife and cutting off one of the ropes that bound one of her wrists to the chair that she was sitting in.
Never sell out the family. Were the words Don Genovese told her one day when it was just two of them well, minus the fact Liam and Ricky were hanging around but, the don assured her that they could be trusted. “And if I don’t answer them candidly?” She retorted back to him.
Frowning at her words, Alexei placed a hand on her cheek and begun to caress it, his other hand still holding onto her free hand rather tightly. “I’ll start with those blue eyes of yours malyshka. Just answer my questions candidly and you Bill, Luca and Paulie go can back to New York and pretend that this event never happened because, I really don’t want to harm unless it’s absolutely necessary.” He said sternly to her, the tone in his voice meant business.
Eliza just looked at him with a vacant gaze before she spat in Alexei’s face and chuckled afterwards, while watching him wipe the spit off of his face with the back of his hand that was once on her cheek.
Giving her a scowl Alexei let out a sigh. “Malyshka, don’t try my patience I’ve killed people just because they looked at me funny.” He said coldly to her, as he put his other hand in his lap.
Gulping at his words, she decided to comply with his orders, after all he did sort of say that he would let her go after this was over but something in the back of her mind disagreed with this. “Let’s get this over with Mr. Romanoff.” She whispered out to him as the met eyes.
Alexei was about to start the interrogation until a knock at the door interrupted them, he stood up and placed the blindfold over her eyes before he tied it tightly on the back of her head and then told the person to enter.
The door opened and quickly closed behind a person and the two men begun speaking in Russian to each other in hushed voices.
Letting out a sigh, she heard a cigarette begin lit before Alexei spoke and switched over to English. “Just keep them busy for a little while!” He shouted before he dismissed the person and they left the room, the door opening and closing behind them once again leaving Alexei and Eliza alone again.
Hearing Alexei’s footsteps from behind her, he roughly took the blindfold off before pocketing it somewhere on his person before he sat across from her again, while keeping a hand on her wrist, he put his cigarette out in ashtray next to him, and Alexei started his interrogation on her…
Bill and the others ignored the bodies of the dead Russians as they approached the only room in the entire building that they hadn’t looked in, Bill was about to enter the room until Luca laid a hand on his shoulder.
“Padrino* Sykes, it’s Eliza, look.” He said to Bill, pointing a finger at the window across from them as everyone turned their heads and looked at the direction that Luca was pointing in.
Taking a look at the back of Eliza’s head, Bill opened the door and ran towards her, not caring if he had just walked into a trap, thankfully, it was just Eliza in the room, Alexei was nowhere to be found, putting his gun back into his waistband, Bill took the blindfold off and smiled when he saw her eyes and then kissed her deeply before removing the rope from around her wrist and her ankles then, he helped her stand up. “Are you okay dearest?” He asked her, his eyes roaming all over her body to check for any sign that she had been hurt but, he found none and let out a sigh of relief as they exited the room together.
~The Next Morning, at a Private Airfield~
It was dark when everyone got on the private plane headed for New York, everyone’s suitcases and luggage was safety tucked away either in the plane’s cargo hold or in the bedroom at the very back of the plane as both Eliza and Bill headed to the back of the plane, for some privacy, as Bill shut the curtain behind him signaling to the others not to disturb them.
Taking a seat in an oversized chair, Bill sat in the chair next to her and the two of them just stared at each other as they held hands as the plane started to take off.
“Are you sure you’re okay Eliza-,” but she just squeezed Bill’s hand in reassurance silently telling him that she was really okay.
“They didn’t physically hurt me Bill; Alexei just asked me some questions, like I told you yesterday.” She said to him.
Bill pulled out a cigar from his suit pocket and lit as they lifted off into the sky. “Are you sure Alexei didn’t ask you any questions about the Genovese family?” He asked her, their eyes meeting again as he spoke to her.
Shaking her head no to his question Eliza let go of Bill’s hand before excusing herself to the restroom.
Once she closed and locked the restroom door behind her, Eliza let out a sigh and begun digging in her bra until she felt a piece of paper on one of her breasts, pulling it out, Eliza eyed the piece of paper before she sat down on the plane’s toilet with her panties and jeans around her ankles as she begun to urinate.
The piece of paper that she held in her hands would get her killed if anyone found out that she had it, the piece of paper not only held a number but it said F.B.I agent Sergei Sokolov, Alexei Romanoff’s real name. Mentally memorizing the information on the piece of paper, Eliza finished urinating and put the piece of paper in the toilet and then wiped herself before flushing the toilet and standing up and pulling her panties and jeans up, while readjusting her bra and top before unlocking the bathroom door and stepping out of the restroom, and returning to a sleeping Bill, his cigar discarded in the ashtray between him and Eliza, as she took her seat next to him before she too fell asleep, her head landing on Bill’s shoulder, neither one of them waking up until they were almost to New York.
Notes:
*Malyshka is Russian for little one
*Padrino is Italian for godfather
Rocky Road to Dublin is by The Dubliners from their 1964 album The Dubliners LiveSo this will be it for a couple of weeks and hopefully, I can have at least one chapter posted before I take another two weeks off for vacation in Kentucky. Thank you for all of your suport and I hope you enjoy this feel free to leave a comment or something.
Chapter 29: Chapter Twenty Eight.
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~Two Weeks Later, Inside Bill’s Home, Early that Morning~
Putting my hair up into a ponytail, I headed downstairs and into the kitchen, where Bill was reading his morning newspaper, my bottle of pills out on the island as a reminder to take them before I left for one of the pizzerias that Don Genovese was a silent partner in, on paper it read that Ricky and Paulie owned it but, we all knew that the don was the one who actually owned it, and Ricky and Paulie were just the front men for it. Kissing Bill’s cheek, I felt him slide an arm around my waist before he put his newspaper down and gave me all of his attention.
Eyeing me Bill licked his lips and let out a sigh, he had other ideas for this morning, that didn’t involve working at the pizzeria this morning, and I could see it in his eyes. “Good morning kitten, did you sleep okay, or did I keep you up to late?” He asked me, winking afterwards.
I gave him a flirtatious smile while trying to shake off the images of last night out of my head. “I slept fine Bill although, your erection in between my legs, didn’t help any.” I confessed to him as we shared a morning kiss before he let go of my waist, his eyes never leaving my body as I walked towards the fridge and pulled out a can of coke and opened it while shutting the fridge behind me and walking back towards the island where my bottle of pills were.
Opening my bottle of Zarontin, I dumped an orange pill in my hand, closing the bottle up, I took a sip of my coke and then threw back the orange pill in my mouth and swallowed it, knowing that Bill was watching me take it, I looked at him with my mouth opened to show him that I had taken it, and to tease him a little because I could. “Are you going to order the back room special or are you going to sit at your usual table with Ricky?” I asked him once he was satisfied that my Zarontin was gone, I sat on the bar stool next to him, my fingers playing with waist apron’s pockets.
Taking a sip of his coffee, he looked at me. “I’m afraid it’s the back room special for the both of us today kitten, Don Vincent needs to see the both of us after the lunch rush is over, and it’s a sit down with Don Leonardo Gambino, that’s all I can tell you for right now kitten, you’ll find out the rest of it this afternoon.” He confessed to me, as his hand rested on my knee after he finished speaking.
I frowned his words but, I didn’t push it any further, I was quickly learning not to stick my nose into the mafia’s business especially since I was just a moll and the occasional falcon, who just sent customers to a private room hidden in the basement of Ricci’s Slice of Italy, when asked to.
Finishing up his coffee, Bill looked at the sad expression on my face, before he set both of his hands down on the side of the bar stool and nearly dumped me into his lap, holding me close to his chest, as I got a whiff of his rich man’s cologne, and I let an audible sigh of pleasure when the smell of his cologne hit my nostrils.
“I promised your aunt that I would take care of you and I intend to keep that promise because I’d like to keep my testicles intact.” He said softly to me, as he picked me up and we left the kitchen together, heading into his office, Roscoe following behind us, while DeSoto stayed near the front door, waiting on Luca to show up and take me to work.
Closing the office door behind him with his foot, Bill set me down in his oversized office chair and my eyes widened when I saw the piles of neatly stacked dollar bills in the middle of his desk.
I turned and looked up at him with my mouth wide open. “Bill, what is this?” I gestured to the stacks of dollar bills while I spoke to him. “This –there’s no way, Bill you’re not planning on what I think your planning, are you?” I added out to him as I kept glancing between him and the stacks of money.
Nodding his head “yes” to me, he lit up a cigar and then spoke to me. “I’m paying off your debt to both myself and Don Genovese, Eliza with the investigation of the Five Families and the commission going on, I don’t want you caught in the middle of it, the F.B.I will use the both of us to get to Vincent and his family and quite frankly, I’ll be doing some hard time when they arrest me although, it won’t be nearly as long as Vincent’s time and I need someone to look after Roscoe and DeSoto while I’m gone, and they – the dogs I mean, like you and I don’t want to leave them to anyone else so, just for now let’s keep this between us, if word got out that-,” but I cut him off when I nearly jumped out of his chair and kissed on the lips, startling him and almost caused him to drop his cigar on the floor.
Putting his cigar down in a nearby ashtray, Bill deepened the kiss and walked me backwards to his desk, both of his hands planted tightly on my ass, as he picked me up and set me on the desk as he removed his hands from my ass and then start unbuckling his slacks until a bark from DeSoto and Roscoe caused him to let out a groan of disapproval. “Fuck you Luca for showing up now of all times.” He whispered out to himself, as he buckled his slacks back up and he helped me off of his desk as we both exited his office and headed towards the front door, Bill pausing in the hallway to readjust my waitress uniform before he sent me out the front door and giving me a quick kiss on the lips, he glared at Luca.
Looking between the two of us, he let out a sigh, and shook his head while he slid an arm around my waist and told Bill good-bye as we made out to Luca’s Ferrari.
I was on cloud nine even after I gotten into Luca’s car and put my seatbelt then we were on our way to Ricci’s Slice of Italy near the Hudson River on the Manhattan waterfront. I wasn’t even upset when he broke the news that our fake engagement was over, which in my eyes, was the second best news that I had heard this morning however, I managed to cry enough that it would be noticeable when I walked into work, still on cloud nine.
Could this day get any better?
Notes:
End of Eliza's P.O.V
Chapter 30: Chapter Twenty Nine. Should I Stay or Should I Go?
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~At Ricci’s Slice of Italy, later that Afternoon~
Could this day get any worse?
I was cleaning off the tables after the lunch rush, trying to not think about the mistakes that I made this morning and the sit down with Mr. Gambino was making me a nervous wreck, to the point where Ricky got up from his seat, and apologized to my customers while I finished taking their orders then rushed me off to the kitchen, asking me if everything was okay, even though we both knew that everything wasn’t okay but, I couldn’t verbalize it because of the possibility of bugs that might be scattered around the place. The only safe place in this entire place was downstairs, in the basement where the real “business” was taking place however, I wasn’t suppose to linger there unless I was taking orders, and even then that I was all I could do, I couldn’t even legally serve alcohol to Don Genovese’s “associates”, which was fine with me because, the way some of these men looked at me, was disgusting, I felt like I was being stripped naked with just their eyes, the only six men in the entire room that didn’t look at me like that, was of course Don Genovese, Luca, Ricky, Paulie, Bill, and Don Gambino. Of course, Bill tried to stay upstairs with me keeping me company until he had to go back to work at the docks. If any of these six men caught any man looking at me a little too long for their liking, the next time I came downstairs, their eyes would look anywhere else but at me.
Finished with cleaning the table, I was about to move on to the next one but, Ricky’s hand on my shoulder, stopped me from moving onto my next task. Looking at him, I let out a sigh and left the cloth that I used to clean the tables on the table that I just cleaned and I headed towards the basement with Bill right behind me as I untied my waist apron and placed it on a shelf next to the hidden door that led to the basement, while Bill held the door open for me, quickly placing a kiss on my cheek as we headed down the stairs, brushing the heavy curtain aside and Bill closed the door behind him as I carefully made my way down the stairs.
I hated these stairs especially when I had a tray of food in my hand, these straight flight stairs could be the death of me, if I didn’t watch where I was going especially since they were so close together, and they were steep both ways.
“Some rails on these damn stairs would be nice.” I whispered out to myself, which caused Bill to chuckle under his breath as we entered the longue together, his arm tightly wrapped around my waist as we brushed past another heavy black curtain and the conversations that were taking place stopped as I entered the room and let go of my waist, well expect for the heated conversation that was taking place between Don Gambino and Don Genovese, who were arguing in Italian about something.
Ever since we got back from Ireland, things between the Five Families had become very tense, and I had a feeling that had to do with the F.B.I cracking down on their businesses and “randomly” searching their places of businesses looking for illegal activities but, it was proving to be no use because, they seemed to be one step ahead of them, most of the time, and Don Genovese was no expectation to this, it was only a matter of time before Ricci’s Slice of Italy would be randomly searched as well.
Taking a seat on the oversized curved modular sofa, the conversation between the two dons stopped and they both stood up, while removing their hats and placing them on the table across from them before they took a seat in their chairs.
“Buon pomeriggio* signorina Moore.” They said in unison to me.
I gave them a weak smile before I told them good afternoon and pulled out my pack of menthol cigarettes from one of my work pants pockets and pulling out a cigarette, I placed in between my lips with shaking hands.
Bill had also pulled out a cigar and lit his Zippo lighter for me to light up my cigarette, and I accepted a I inhaled the chemicals from my cigarette.
Taking a drag off of his cigarette, Don Gambino and I met eyes, his black ones meeting my blue ones as he gave me a fake smile before he exhaled the chemicals from his cigarette before discarding it into a nearby ashtray on Don Genovese’s desk. “Signorina Moore-,” he cut himself off and told his guards to leave in Italian. “It is such a pleasure to finally have more than a two minute conversation with you, I am Leonardo “Leo” Gambino and I am the boss of the Gambino family however, I insist you call me Leo or Leon, there is no need to be formal with me.” He said to me once his guards left the room, as he ran a hand through his rather long silver and black hair, and loosened his pin stripe tie, his eyes sizing me up for a moment before his body became gentle and relaxed.
Breaking eye contact with Leonardo, I looked at Don Genovese with a look of confusion on my face as I was about to tell him that I all ready met this man at his seventy-seventh birthday party but, Leonardo beat him to it.
“The man you danced with at Don Genovese’s birthday party was my Capo Bastone* Matteo Gambino, my younger brother, I had um business to take care of that night, that needed my attention, I must say, that your more bellissima in person then my brother described.” He looked at Luca and pointed a finger in his direction before he spoke to him, “and you’re an idiota* and an stronzo* for dumping this woman, even if this fake fidanzamento* was to introduce us to signorina Moore, I wasn’t even there at Don Genovese’s party and from just the little time that I have known her, she’s too good for a predente* like you, I can clearly see that she is in love with someone else, you did a terrible job at pretending.” He lowly added out to Luca, who was now angry and embarrassed at Don Leonardo’s words.
I looked at Don Genovese just to see if he would say or react to Don Leonardo’s words towards his son but, he remained silent and unreadable, his eyes on the other hand flashed a hint of anger and sadness but, only when I made eye contact with the don, and just as quick as the emotions appeared, they disappeared as he leaned over his desk and reached for his drink while instructing Paulie to change shifts with Ricky in Italian, who nodded his head and moved from his spot next to the heavy black curtain, while heading up the stairs to collect his brother. “And tell Ricco to tell the staff to take their lunch break, a rather long lunch break, and to make sure the entrance is locked and the close sign is facing the street!” He shouted to him while taking a sip from his drink then, putting it down, he reached for a cigar and lit it, and the room became quiet and a little tense until Ricky came down the stairs a few minutes later, the door closing behind him softly.
“So signorina Moore, I am just curious but, who is your amante*?” He addressed to me while he took a sip of his wine.
I was about to give him a fake name when Liam spoke before I could answer him. “I’m sorry Don Gambino, that’s a personal matter that she would like to keep to herself. Besides that, there’s more important business to discuss at the moment.” He said politely but firmly to him, while sending me a silent message to not answer Don Gambino’s question.
Frowning at Liam’s words, Don Gambino sneered at him. “She can speak for herself consigliere or should I say family lawyer?” He said coldly to him, adding under his breath, “you McKraut.”
“Easy Leonardo, keep your racial slurs in your head.” Ricky warned out to him.
Don Gambino shot Ricky a cold look before remembering that I was in the room and whispered out a half-hearted apology to Liam before turning his attention towards me and let out a sigh. “Signorina Moore, as you aware of the F.B.I and the polizia* are cracking down on the Genovese family but, their also cracking down on my family as well, and I need someone to um keep me company for a few months or until the heat on us dies down.” He confessed to me, he didn’t verbalize it, his eyes were begging me to accept his offer.
“Mamma cogione*.” I heard Ricky say out to everyone, as he moved from across the room then leaned down and got into Don Gambino’s face. “Listen here stronza*, signorina Moore is a respectable lady, not one of your prostiuta*, you can do whatever you want to your puttane* but, not signora Moore capisci mi*?” He said in an authoritative tone as the two men locked eyes after Ricky finished speaking to him.
Watching the scene before me unfold, my mouth was wide open because I couldn’t believe what was happening in front of me, this was the first time that I’ve ever seen Ricky get mad at anyone and even if no one else in the room was impressed, probably because they’ve watched this happen before but, I was smiling on the inside because, this also meant that Ricky cared about me, which was quite adorable, not that I would ever verbalize that to anyone in this room, after all these “tough” guys had reputations to protect.
Leaning back against the loveseat that he was sitting in he and Ricky had a rather intense staring match until Leonardo broke it off by lighting a cigarette. “Che cazzo* Ricky? Why are you so tense, are you her amante? If you are then, she needs to leave you and find someone else because she could definitely do better then you, you grasso bastardo*. Hell, Bill would be better for her then you would.” He joked to him, as he inhaled the chemicals from his cigarette while he casually glanced at me.
Bill tossed his half-smoked cigar in the ashtray in front of us and gave a half-hearted laugh at Leonardo’s joke, while sneaking his hand around the back of my neck, and massaging it gently, which caused me to close my mouth and cross my legs together, while suppressing the moan that Bill was trying to necessitate out of me.
Shooting Bill a glare, I sat next to him trying not to moan out loud while he kept getting slightly rougher with his hand around my nape. I’m going to kill this man when we get home, he’s deliberately doing this in front everyone, it’s almost like he wants Leonardo to know about us but, why? I thought to myself as Ricky revealed his relationship with Don Gambino, something that I didn’t see coming.
“Because Eliza is my figlia, and I will become your worst nightmare if I ever see or hear you that you have done anything to make her uncomfortable, and that’s not an empty threat amico mio*, it’s a promise.” He confessed to everyone.
Looking between Ricky and I, Don Gambino knew that Ricky was serious about carrying out that promise of his however, he couldn’t see the familiarity between us but, he kept his mouth shut and shrugged his shoulders, as if he didn’t care about this revelation.
Biting my lip while Bill kept trying to necessitate moans out of me, I had a hard time trying to talk to Don Gambino. “And exactly what would I need to do Mr. Gambino, I mean Leonardo.” I managed to get out, as I slid my shoe over the top of Bill’s foot and stepped on it, which caused him to stop the massage on the nape of my neck before I quickly moved my foot back to its original position, which caused Don Genovese, Liam and Luca to chortle and with that any tension in the room was diffused including the tension between Ricky and Don Gambino, who looked at everyone with puzzled looks.
Clearing my throat, I apologized to him about the laughing and lied to him about their being a bug on Bill’s shoe and how sadly, it got away as Bill quietly removed his hand from my nape and set it in his lap. “Leonardo, I can’t consent to something that I don’t know all the terms of agreement on.” I said to him, as I winked at Liam, thanking him for teaching me some of his lawyer jargon earlier this morning.
Leonard shook his head at my words and gave me a smile. “I see you and the consigliere have worked together, using all those big words. You might need to repeat them, if you agree to the terms of our arrangement. Anyways, I’ve heard that you have acquired some debt from that predente Marco Abruzzo, and I will pay if off with no strings attached but, that’s only if you would be willing to enter into a relationship with me signorina Moore, a consensual relationship of course.” He said to me.
Bill and I quickly exchanged a worried glance before looking elsewhere. /Shit, how can I tell him no without revealing my relationship with Bill to him? Come on Eliza, think!/ I thought to myself as I looked down at the floor, my eyes darting back and forth until I felt Liam’s hand on top of mine and I looked up into his brown eyes, and suddenly my anxiety started going away.
I inhaled a breath and exhaled it slowly. Something was telling me that everything would be all right. “Thank you Pesci.” I said quietly to him as he patted my hand and walked back over to Don Genovese’s left side.
“I’m sorry but someone else has all ready offered to pay off my debt.” I said half-truthfully to him.
My words caused Don Genovese to look at me with a puzzled look but, he didn’t say anything, he glared at Bill through narrowed eyes, once Gambino and I left, he and Bill would be having a very difficult conversation.
Leonardo raised an eyebrow at my words and pressed his lips together. “And whom might that be signorina Moore?” He asked as his jaw tightened after he spoke.
Before Bill could answer the question, Ricky spoke up. “I will of course, I might not be a good father but, I can make up for it now, after all it’s my fault for introducing Marco Abruzzo to her mother therefore, it’s my responsibility to pay for the damage that Abruzzo caused to the both of them.” He said out to everyone, hanging his head in shame afterwards.
Both of the dons looked at each other and tension started filling the room again.
Standing up and grabbing his hat, Don Gambino shook his head at Don Genovese. “Well then Don Genovese get your caporegime’s and your soldiers ready because we will be seeing a lot more of each other in the coming weeks, it’s a real shame that it had to come to this, I hope you can get everyone you care for somewhere safe or who knows what might happen in this war of ours.” He said sadly as he headed towards the back exit well, until I stopped him by taking his hand in mine.
“Please Don Gambino, don’t do this.” I pleaded with him as images of the future war that would break out between these two families and the likely victims of this unnecessary violence ran through my mind.
Turning his head, he looked down at me. “And why shouldn’t I signorina Moore? You-,” but I cut him off.
“I’ll do it, let’s just sit down and talk this out, I’ll listen to your terms but, can I have a few days to think about it?” I asked him, as I let my hand slip out of his but, he grabbed it and brought my hand to his lips and then kissed it as we locked eyes.
Letting go of my hand, Leonardo gave me a sly smile before he spoke. “You have until tomorrow’s lunch rush to give me your answer signorina Moore, and let’s hope for your sake it’s the right answer.” He said with a sneer and a twinkle in his eyes as he continued heading towards the back door, where his two guards were waiting on him.
Once Don Gambino let the door slam behind him, I fell to the floor and everything went black, had I just done something really brave or incredibly stupid?
Notes:
End of Eliza's P.O.V
* Buon pomeriggio means good afternoon
* Capo Bastone is the full term for an underboss
* idiota means idiot
* stronzo means asshole (male version)
* fidanzamento means engagement
* predente means loser
* amante means lover
* polizia means police in Italian
* Mamma cogione means mother fucker
* stronza means asshole (female version)
* prostiuta means prostitute
* Puttane means whores
* Che cazzo means what the fuck?
* grasso bastardo means gross bastard
* Amico mio means my friendShould I Stay or Should I Go? Is by english punk band The Clash from their fifth studio album Combat Rock, the song was released in 1982.
Chapter 31: Chapter Thirty. The Air That I Breathe
Chapter Text
~Flashback, Three Weeks Earlier, in Bill’s Office~
I ran a hand over the back of my head, as I looked over the test results for the hundredth time, I have cancer, lung cancer to be exact, the doctor isn’t quite sure where I got it from but, I had a feeling it was from my time over in Vietnam however, I couldn’t be sure about that because there were other factors involved, I’m also a long time cigar smoker so, that doesn’t help any but, I’m also not a doctor but, the doctor said that it’s only stage one cancer, and that it’s non-small cell lung cancer, which with the right amount of money could be taken care of however, this surgery, this uh thoracotomy that the doctor recommended, required that I stay at the hospital for ten to fourteen days however, I wasn’t worried about the hospital stay, it was the recovery at home that I was mainly concerned about, I don’t want Eliza taking care of me in fact, I didn’t want anyone taking care of me, I’ve been taking care of myself since I was a young boy and why would that change now that I’m older?
Eyeing my cigars, I let out a sigh as I ran my hand over each of them before pulling out a key from my breast pocket, and opening the top drawer of my desk, I looked down at the small glass mason jar, next to the small sachet of coffee beans and in between them, was a tin of zig-zag rolling papers.
I’ve had this small jar of pot in my desk for a few weeks now, once Don Genovese adopted me at a young age, I took his zero tolerance policy on using and/or selling drugs in his territory very seriously however, on my last tour of Vietnam, one of my lieutenants handed me some càn sa*, and I kept rejecting his offer until one night while fighting the enemy, I took a hit of it and felt much better hell, I even slept better once the enemy called it a night until then, I never even thought about touching it again, that is until I brought home my test results this afternoon.
Turning around, I opened the window that was behind my desk, and took out a nugget of Northern Lights and begun to dismantle the nugget until I had enough to evenly distribute on the zig-zag before carefully rolling it up and placing the joint in between my lips and then lighting it up, taking one big hit before setting down on the ashtray and cleaning my mess up, coughing a little as I slowly let the pot escape my lips.
Putting away my test results in a safe place where Eliza wouldn’t find them, I walked back to my desk and relaxed in the oversized office chair, just pondering how in the hell was I going to tell Eliza that I have cancer, and that I will need her to leave for a few months because I didn’t want her to see this side of me?
~End of Flashback~
Notes:
End of Bill's P.O.V
*càn sa is Vietnamese for cannabis
The Air That I Breathe was released in January 1974 and is by The Hollies
Chapter 32: Chapter Thirty One.
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~Inside Don Genovese’s Office, Later that Night~
I eyed Bill as the name Luigi Brasi kept coming up in the conversation between the don, Ricky and Luca. I have no idea who this man is but, I was about to meet him because, he was about to become my shadow when I was out with Don Gambino. “Who is this Brasi guy, Bill?” I quietly asked him, as I felt his hand lay on top of mine.
Bill turned his head and met my eyes, I could tell that he wasn’t happy with my decision about ‘dating’ Don Gambino but, he hadn’t said anything since he kissed me good bye after the meeting was over with this afternoon, the silence between us was killing me. “He’s Vincent’s underboss/ enforcer, you think I’m a bad guy, dearest you haven’t seen anything yet. There’s a reason why Brasi hasn’t been mentioned to you until now, Luigi Brasi is a very dangerous man the fact, that the don had to call on Brasi means things will more than likely take a turn for the worse, Brasi has been with the don since he was a young man here in America, he’s a ruthless killer and he’ll do things that the rest of us won’t do, he’s also very loyal to the don so, if Brasi gives you a nick name tonight, don’t be offended, it means he likes you also, if he doesn’t talk to you either don’t be offended, Brasi is the type of man to speak with his actions rather than words. He’s also the only man to make Vincent nervous.” He responded to me, as the office doors opened and in walked a 6’8 man with a dark olive skin tone as he moved closer and took his hat off, our eyes met and I could see why Luigi Brasi wasn’t mentioned until now, his face was full of scars, some long, some short either way, I could see why Brasi wasn’t a part of my first meeting with the don.
Stopping in his tracks Brasi looked at me up and down with an unreadable expression on his face. “Piccola signorina*.” He said in a deep voice as he walked over to me with one of his massive hands, he started to reach out for me but, stopped himself as he and Don Genovese made eye contact.
Nodding a ‘yes’ to Brasi, the don walked over to where his alcohol was and poured two drinks and then carrying them over to his desk, he gestured to Brasi to sit down and join him for a drink.
Brasi declined the don’s offer and moved closer to me, as one of his massive hands over took the top of my head, he then patted my head. “Si, piccola signorina.” He said more to himself then to anyone else in the room. “Don Genovese diecimila dollari ėil nostro accord corretto*?” He asked him while patting my head one last time before the two men air kissed and sat down from each other.
“Si Brasi perchė*? Cė qualcosa che non va con la quantitá didenaro? Vuoi più soldi*?” He asked him nervously, as he took a sip of his drink.
Brasi shook his head ‘no’. “Diecimila dollari vanno bene per* piccola signorina.” He responded to him as he took a sip of his drink and the two gentlemen kept discussing their business in Italian.
I let out a deep breath and released Bill’s hand from mine and quietly slipped out of the office before heading out to the back porch for a cigarette, that was my first meeting with the don’s underboss/enforcer and I could see why Luigi Brasi made the head of the Genovese family nervous because, I think I might’ve just peed all over myself thankfully, he was on our side and apparently, Luigi Brasi was going to become my shadow while I was out with Don Gambino, which I hoped made everyone happy or nervous, Brasi just makes me nervous unfortunately…
Notes:
End of Eliza's P.O.V
* Piccola signorina – young girl
* Diecimila dollari – ten thousand dollars
* ėil nostro accord corretto – is our deal, correct?
* perchė - why
* Cė qualcosa che non va – is something wrong?
* con la quantitá didenaro- with the amount of money
* Vuoi più soldi- Do you want more money?
* vanno bene – is fine
* per - for
Chapter 33: Chapter Thirty Two.
Chapter Text
~Two Days Later, Early that Morning, Inside Bill’s Home~
Knocking on Bill’s office door, I bit my lip we hadn’t spoken since we left Don Genovese’s office two days ago, I knew Bill wasn’t happy that I had accepted Don Gambino’s offer to be his fake girlfriend but what else was I suppose to do, let the two dons go to war? Let people who were innocent in all of this die? My knock on Bill’s office door had gotten no response and I placed my hand on the door knob but, it wouldn’t budge, which meant it was locked. “Bill, I don’t even know what I’m apologizing for but, I’m sorry if you’re pissed off because I accepted Don Gambino’s offer to be his fake girlfriend but, what else I was suppose to do, let the two dons go to war and let people who are innocent die! Damn it Bill, you can’t keep yourself locked up in there forever!” I shouted through the office door as tears started to fall down my cheeks, I didn’t have time for this, Paulie was going to be here in an hour to take me to work and I needed to get dressed and maybe make myself breakfast after I took my anti-seizure medication for the morning.
“Kitten, I’m not pissed off at you.” Bill said from behind me as he laid a hand on my shoulder then spun me around so I was facing his chest until I looked up and met his black eyes while his other hand slipped around my waist and pulled me against his chest. “I’m currently dealing with some personal issues that’s all, and I haven’t had a cigar in a couple of days so, I’m a little crotchety right now, and don’t worry about Paulie picking you up and taking you to work, I called Ricky and told him you were sick, and he was okay with that, he told me to tell you, that pizzeria will still be there when you feel better and don’t worry about Don Gambino he’ll understand, just like how the docks will have to run without me for a while.” He added to me, as he led me into the living room and we both sat on his oversized chaise longue with me lying on top of him.
I didn’t notice until now but, Bill wasn’t wearing his usual business attire, he was in a muscle tank top and black sweat pants. “Bill, what do you mean ‘the docks will have to run without me for a while’? Are you going somewhere, somewhere without me?” I asked him in a sorrowful tone, as I shifted a little on top of him, as I felt a hand rub up and down my back while I spoke to him.
Letting out a sigh, Bill finally let me know what was going on with him and why he hasn’t been acting like his normal self lately…
~Later on that Afternoon, Inside Bill’s Home~
Wiping away the leftover tears, I finished up my cigarette and then disposed of it in the ashtray next to me before standing up and heading back inside the house. I was still processing that Bill has cancer in his lungs and that he was going to be in the hospital for a while then, he was going to come back home and Isabella, who was a former nurse take care of him for about two months or longer, that part didn’t bother me, I had a feeling nothing sexual would happen between them, what was really bothering me, was that Bill asked me to pack a couple of suitcases and that I was to stay with Liam for the next couple of months.
During that time Bill and I wouldn’t be seeing each other expect for my birthday, which was coming up in a few weeks other than that, Bill and I wouldn’t have any contact with each other, and I was suppose to keep working at the pizzeria and see Don Gambino, and live with Liam. This was a lot to take in but, Bill didn’t want me to see him in a weaken state, which I didn’t understand but, I’m sure he had reasons why.
Walking into the guest bedroom downstairs, I curled up next to Bill before placing a hand on his cheek and climbing on top of him, placing kisses all over the side of his neck, which caused him to groan out, as I felt his hands on my hips, his thumbs sliding my sweats down to my knees, he was about switch positions but, I stopped him with a hand on his chest as I looked down at him with my blue eyes. “You’ve taken care of me; now let me take care of you, just this once.” I said softly to him while placing more light kisses on his naked chest before I crawled backwards towards the end of the bed and asked him to lift his hips up so; I could take care of his cock with my mouth.
He lifted his hips up while I slid his sweats down to his ankles and he gave me a smile and gently reaching for the back of my head, he smirked. “Don’t get to comfortable with taking care of me kitten, I’m only allowing you-,” but he cut himself off and let out a groan as I swallowed the head of his cock in my mouth. “Son of a bitch, I’ve trained you a little too well.” He said in between groans as I started taking more of his cock into my mouth, while he allowed himself to become more comfortable as he watched me suck him off with a smile on his face, as he tossed his head back into the pillows as I kept taking more of his cock into my mouth until I couldn’t take anymore and then I started moving my head up and down on his veiny, erect cock, his groans of pleasure were not only bringing a smile to my face but, I was starting to get wet between my legs, thanks to him.
Bill’s groans and my moans filled the house that afternoon and early into the evening, where we reluctantly got dressed and went for a bite to eat before coming back home and resuming our extra-curricular activities that lasted into the night…
Notes:
End of Eliza's P.O.V
Chapter 34: CHapter Thirty Three. Sundown
Chapter Text
~The Next Morning, Inside Bill’s Home~
I held onto Bill’s hand as we cuddled together in our bedroom. “Bill, are you okay with my ‘dating’ Don Gambino?” I asked him quietly as I felt his rough hands on my soft stomach.
“No I’m not okay with it but, if it keeps the peace between the Genovese and the Gambino families then, I guess I’m okay with it especially now that Brasi is your shadow, if there’s anyone that I trust to keep an eye on you besides, your father, uncle, the don and Liam, it’s Luigi Brasi, especially when I’ll be incapacitated for these next few months. Besides, I’m afraid that Ricky might fly off the handle if he saw Don Gambino kissing his only daughter or might kill him if he didn’t like where Gambino’s hands were on your body.” He confessed to me while he started stroking my stomach. “If Gambino makes you uncomfortable at any time and at any place, just give Brasi a look and he’ll get the message and then run as fast as you can to Brasi’s car, and I don’t give a fuck if it starts a war between the two families, I want my kitten to come back to me alive. Also, when Gambino brings up sex, insist that he wear a condom during sex because, there’s no telling where his cock has been or who’s been on it or in it.” He added out to me, as I felt his lips on the side of my neck, which caused me to moan.
“Bill, I’m trying to have a serious-,” but I was cut off when I felt his other hand slide my panties down to my knees then, I felt a finger inside of my vagina, and I let out another moan. Damn you Bill! I shouted inside of my head.
Inhaling my scent, Bill let out a chuckle before he kissed the side of my neck again. “Sorry kitten, the topic is now closed, moving onto another subject of interest, how much of my semen can you handle in all of your holes?” Was all he said to me, as he tossed the covers back and turned me over on my back, while he continued fingering my vagina…
~Later on That Night, Inside Bill’s Home~
Ricky poured himself a glass of wine before pouring Luigi a small glass as well while, they stared at each other. “I’m trusting you with my daughter’s life, and if something happens to her, something is going to happen to you, capire Brasi?” He quietly said to him while taking a sip of his wine.
“Si Ricci.” He said out to him as the two men waited on Bill and I.
Bill looked at me before placing a kiss on my forehead. “Remember what I told you this morning kitten; I’ll see you in the morning when Brasi brings you home.” He said quietly to me while frowning at my choice of clothes for this evening, a t-shirt and a black acid washed jeans.
Looking up at him, I smiled weakly at him as I placed my arm in his. “Bill, he said causal clothes and no make-up besides, don’t worry about me, I’ll be fine, it’s just dinner with Don Gambino we’re not going anywhere fancy, just a small restaurant in Little Italy, that’s all.” I said to him as we walked into the kitchen together both DeSoto and Roscoe sniffing at me as I walked past them once Bill let go of my arm. “Besides, you should be worrying about your meeting with Don Genovese.” I added out to him as both Ricky and Luigi stood up when I entered the room.
“Buonasera* piccola signorina.” Luigi said to me, as he held his arm out for me to take, and I did as we both headed towards the front door until DeSoto blocked our path to the front door.
“DeSoto move please, I have to go, I’ll be back later I promise.” I said out to him.
Barring his teeth, DeSoto let out a growl and firmly stood his ground, I don’t think he wanted me to leave.
“Muoviti cagnolino *.” Luigi politely said to DeSoto, who ignored him and just stared at me with sad eyes.
“DeSoto move, you and Roscoe are coming with me tonight.” Bill said in an assertive tone to DeSoto, who finally moved out of the way after Bill commanded him to.
Opening the front door for me, Luigi and I headed towards his car and once I was safely in and buckled up, we headed towards Little Italy in the Bronx…
I gave Don Gambino a weak smile as we sat down at a table together away from prying eyes in this busy little restaurant for a Saturday evening, his silver and black hair was tied up in a loose ponytail as he lit up a cigarette before motioning a waiter to come over.
“I’ll have a glass of tea with a couple of lemons on the side, please.” He said to the waiter before he gestured to me.
“I’ll have a coke with no ice, please.” I said politely to the waiter.
Nodding at our drink orders, the waiter disappeared into the back to get our drink orders.
Taking a drag off of his cigarette, Leo cast his eyes on me. “So Signorina Moore, are you enjoying working at Ricci’s Slice of Italy?” He asked me casually as he exhaled the smoke from his cigarette.
“Yes?” I answered him, unsure of why he would ask such a simple question as the waiter brought our drinks to the table and moved back to the front of the restaurant to take care of his other tables, leaving the two of us alone once again.
Putting his cigarette down in an ashtray in front of us, he took a sip of his ice tea before his face contorted and he grabbed the lemons and squeezed them in his tea and then grabbed a couple of packets of sugar and poured them in his tea as well. “Don Genovese and myself are both business men of a variety of different things he owns the Manhattan waterfront and the docks down there, while I own the Brooklyn waterfront and a few other things however, my main business is gambling and prostitution, I don’t like drugs just like Don Genovese however, these new guys from the other families, they’ll end up making a bad name for us, drugs are a dirty business, profitable but, a dirty business, where unnecessary blood shed is involved. I want to apologize for what the Westies did to you, and even though they’ve been dealt with accordingly, I had no idea that they would shoot you up with drugs and rape you, which is why I wanted to pay off your debt with the Genovese family however, your father has taken care of that so, what I really am trying to ask, is there anything I can do for you?” He asked me as he held out his hand for me to take, and did so reluctantly, something about Don Gambino made me nervous, even though he was dressed in a band t-shirt and dark jeans, his aura was unreadable as were his eyes so, it was hard for me to get a read on him.
I eyed him with a raised eyebrow and before I could cover my mouth, the words escaped from my lips. “No thank you Leonardo sir. I’m just lucky that I didn’t become addicted to cocaine, I’m not a drug user, I only smoke cigarettes.” I said to him, cursing at myself inside my head for telling him this.
Leonardo was about to say something when the waiter came back and asked us if we needed some more time to order our food or if we wanted to start with appetizers. “No, I don’t need any more time but, I think my date does, can you give her five more minutes?” He said politely to the waiter before he dismissed him.
Picking up the menu, I skimmed through it and decided to order a small cheese pizza, just to be safe because ever since I saw Leonardo, my stomach has been in knots.
Sensing that I was ready to order, Don Leonardo motioned for the waiter to come back to the table so, we could order our food. I only hoped that this date was off to a good start…
Notes:
End of Eliza's P.O.V
* Buonasera – good evening
* Muoviti cagnolino – move doggySundown is a song by Canadian folk artist Gordon Lightfoot, from the same album, released as a single in March 1974.
This will be the last chapter for about three weeks because I will be on vacation however, feel free to leave a comment or something. Even it's a bad comment that tells me how much my story sucks.
Chapter 35: Chapter Thirty Four. No Sugar Tonight/ New Mother Nature
Chapter Text
~Flashback, March 1965 in Vietnam~
Lighting a cigarette, Bill eyed the turtles that jumped out of the helicopter and let a sigh once the helicopters left the area. “Okay listen up girl scouts, I am your commanding officer, Mr. Sykes or sir will do, your mission is to stay alive out here in the boonies, I do not care where you are from or why you are here, my job is to kill the enemy and keep you cookies alive, if I’m not here for some unknown reason, then you will report to my second-in-command officer Gambino, and don’t get comfy here some of you won’t survive the next twenty-four hours.” He stopped speaking to look into the eyes of these new recruits and let out a scoff afterwards. “Be at ease for now men, the real fight starts at seventeen hundred hours.” Was all to the turtles before heading back to his tent and throwing the cigarette on the ground. “I fucking hate these new turtles.” He added out to himself while he entered his tent until night fell.
It was well after midnight as the battle of la Drang continued and the men were hunkered down in their foxholes, the sounds of gunfire, people yelling and bombs going off were all that could be heard.
Eyeing the Radio Telephone Operator behind him Bill kept shooting in the direction of the enemy until the R.T.O laid a hand on his shoulder. “Commander Sykes, it’s the enemy their headed in our direction, and sir there’s more of them then there is of us, we need to retreat-,” but Bill cut the person off with just a look while he continued firing his gun in the direction of the enemy.
“I will not retreat from this fox hole, do you hear me rookie?” He shouted to the Radio Telephone Operator as an explosive landed a few foxholes over from them and killed everyone that was in there.
Letting out a curse word, commander Sykes bit his lower lip before turning to the Radio Telephone Operator and started barking commands to him over the noise until everything turned to black
Opening his eyes as he woke up in a cold sweat, Bill looked around and let out a sigh of relief when he realized that he wasn’t back in Vietnam, he was in a hospital bed in New York, with Isabella sleeping in two chairs across from him. “God damn it I want a fucking cigar.” He said out loud to himself, as he pressed a button on his hospital bed and the bed’s upper half rose until he let go of the button then he started to lift the railing on the side of his hospital bed up until Isabella woke up and stopped him.
“Bill, you need to not move, the doctor-,” but she was cut off by him with a glare.
“I don’t care Isabella, I haven’t had a cigar in a week, and I need something to smoke or I might end up killing the next person who comes in here.” He growled out to her as he felt her perfectly manicured nails against his thin hospital gown, and it sent jolts of electricity down his spine and onto his cock. He missed Eliza’s soft hands on his body actually, he missed Eliza in general as Isabella forced him to lay back in the hospital bed and he compiled willingly.
Bill had at least another week or two in the hospital, and he was tired of it all ready, the same doctors, the same nurses asking the same damn questions every day or at least he thought it was every day. “I need to see Eliza and soon Isabella, I thought I could keep an arm’s distance away to shield her from this but, I was wrong. Let me call Liam and at least let me hear her voice-,” but Bill was cut off by Isabella shushing him.
“Bill, it’s twelve thirty in the morning, I’m sure Liam and Eliza are both sound asleep right now. I’ll call Liam in a few hours and ask if they would both come here and visit you because I need too-,” she cut herself off when Bill’s hospital door opened a little bit and Ricky stuck his head in.
“Everything okay signora Genovese and fratello Sykes?” He asked them quietly from the doorway.
“Si Ricky, everything is fine, Bill just needs to rest, that’s all.” She lied to him, in her most cheerful voice while she sent Bill a glare as the hospital door was closed behind Ricky.
Isabella and Bill shared a look before Isabella removed her hand from his chest and walked back over to the chairs that she was using as a makeshift bed.
Looking up at the ceiling in boredom, Bill closed his eyes once again and fell asleep, this time dreaming of more peaceful, sexual things…
Notes:
- No Sugar Tonight/ New Mother Nature is by the Canadian rock band called The Guess Who, the song was released in 1970 on their album American Woman
Chapter 36: Chapter Thirty Five.
Chapter Text
~A Week later, Inside Bill’s Home, Sometime in the Afternoon~
I took my seat next to Bill, who was lying in the guest bedroom while he recovered from his surgery, I wanted to hug and kiss him but, I didn’t want to cause him any pain instead, I held his hand.
“Eliza, I was an idiot to think that I could keep you an arms distance away from me while I’m recovering from surgery but, that’s not why you’re here, it’s your nineteenth birthday and I just wanted to tell you happy birthday kitten.” He said softly to me while stroking his thumb on the front of my hand, our eyes meeting when he finished speaking to me.
Giving Bill a smile, I told him “thank you” before breaking eye contact with him. “I miss being here with you Bill, Liam is a wonderful host and I appreciate everything that he’s doing for me-,” but I cut myself off and looked down at the carpet in the room instead.
Inhaling and exhaling a breath, Bill used his other hand and patted it on the empty side of the bed, telling me without speaking to come cuddle with him, and I did as he wanted me to. “But, you’d rather be here with me, is that what you’re trying to say kitten.” He said softly to me once I was curled up next to him, an arm around my waist, while my head laid on his shoulder.
“Yes Bill and thank you for the happy birthday, even though it just feels like another day to me, it feels wired having the day off from work though.” I confessed to him, as my hand subconsciously ran up and down his chest, while I spoke to him.
Lowering his lips on the top of my head, he kissed it while his hand stroked my belly. “I’m sure it does kitten but, Ricky was adamant that his little girl wasn’t working today. Have you still been seeing Don Gambino once a week?” He softly asked me.
“Yes Bill, I have he wants to take me out somewhere tomorrow after my shift ends to celebrate my birthday but I’m-,” Bill stopped stroking my stomach and even though he wasn’t looking at me, I could tell he was giving me a look of disapproval along with a raised eyebrow.
“Kitten…” He said warningly to me, as he tightened his grip around my waist. “Remember what I told you before I went into the hospital, do as Don Gambino says unless you feel your life is in danger-,” but I cut him off and finished the rest of his sentence for him.
“Only then should you give Brasi the look, and then excuse myself from the table and head to Brasi’s car.” I said in a monotone voice, as I rolled my eyes after I spoke, hoping that Bill wouldn’t notice and thankfully he didn’t, or he pretended not to notice. “But Bill, I think Leo wants to sleep with me.” I added out to him in a hushed tone, thankful that it was just Bill and I in the room together.
Resuming his strokes on my belly, Bill let out a sigh. “Kitten, Don Gambino has wanted to sleep with you ever since he laid his eyes on you, he’s never had to verbalize it to anyone, everyone expect for you just knew. Just insist that he wear a condom at all times, and don’t do anything to make him mad, he’s been known to kill a man for making about his whores when the guy thought he wasn’t in the room however, I’m not too sure if that same scenario would apply to you, Don Gambino isn’t just focused on what is in between your legs, he sees more for you then waitressing because he and I think along the same lines.” He softly confessed to me.
Looking up at him with my mouth slightly opened in shock at his confession, I was going to say something but, I just continued to run my hand up and down his hairy chest as we laid together in silence, enjoying each other’s company until Liam knocked on the bedroom door and politely told me that it was time for us to go because we had plans for tonight.
Letting out a sigh, I gently kissed Bill’s cheek and unwrapped myself his arms and begrudgingly told him good-bye and that I would try and see him again before the week was over with, Bill merely nodded his head before he closed his eyes once I left the room with Liam.
“Aww, fuck me.” He whispered out to himself as he felt his manhood aching in between his legs..
Notes:
End of Eliza's P.O.V
There will be no new chapter next week as I have something to do all day next Saturday
Chapter 37: Chapter Thirty Six. Happy Birthday
Chapter Text
Dressed in a modest dark green dress and sitting across from Don Genovese, I felt uncomfortable here without Bill by my side and surrounded by the Genovese family members in a restaurant by the name of Patsy’s Italian Restaurant, ever since I left Bill’s home earlier this afternoon with Liam, I haven’t felt like myself even sitting in this really fancy restaurant.
“Signorina Moore, are you all right, you looks a bit pale, is it the food, do you want to order something else, Vincent did say you could order something else, this is your party after all.” Isabella asked me in a hushed tone, her black eyes meeting mine while she spoke to me, as I felt her hand squeeze my hand from under the table.
Looking around the table, I immediately felt nauseous, scooting my chair back, I slipped my hand from Isabella’s hand while placing my other hand over my mouth, I got up from the table and headed in the direction of the nearest restroom, not knowing that Isabella and my father were behind me.
Opening the bathroom door to the ladies room, I ran towards the nearest toilet and hurled everything that I had eaten today into the toilet as I felt Isabella’s hand move my hair out of the way, while gently reassuring me that everything was going to be okay.
Hearing the bathroom door open and close softly, I heard another pair of shoes enter and then I felt Isabella’s hand being replaced by another hand, a much larger hand, turning my head to the side, I looked and saw that Bill was now in Isabella’s place, and that’s when I started to cry.
Standing outside the stall, Isabella looked at Bill with lips pressed tightly together and her arms crossed over her chest, she wasn’t happy about this at all. Bill’s surprise entrance into the ladies room had ruined her plans for this evening; he wasn’t suppose to be here until the third course of dinner. “Grazie per aver mandato all'aria tutti i miei piani*, Bill.” She whispered under her breath while she tapped her heel against the bathroom tile, Isabella was pissed with Bill at this moment.
Ignoring her words, Bill pulled out a soft grey handkerchief before dabbing it around my face and at the tears that were falling down my face and then put it back in his breast pocket afterwards. “I’m here dearest, get yourself cleaned up and I’ll be waiting outside the bathroom.” He said softly to me, as he let go of my hair before backing out of the bathroom stall and then met Isabella’s black eyes, who at this moment were burning holes into him but, she didn’t say anything to him, she just watched him exit out of the ladies’ room before she returned her attention to me.
Grabbing some toilet paper, I cleaned my mouth off then tossing it in the toilet, I flushed it and let Isabella give me a look over once I was out of the stall.
Running one of her perfectly manicured hands through my hair, Isabella gave me a smile. “We need to have a talk, just the two of us but, not right now and definitely not tonight. You’ve been through enough for one night.” She said softly to me, as she removed her hands from my hair before she started walking towards the bathroom door, her hand on the door knob, she turned it and opened it then exited the room.
I was about to follow her when I felt cramping in my lower abdomen and then I let out a sigh, happy fucking birthday to me, mother nature, just gave me the best part gift of all, my monthly cycle. “Isabella!” I yelled from where I stood, not wanting to move, even though I’m pretty sure I could feel a trickle of blood running down my leg. Why did I have to wear dark green tonight? I asked myself as Isabella walked back in and was about to say something to me but, she saw the embarrassed look on my face and she instantly knew what was going on.
Holding her hand up to me, she gave me a comforting smile before she opened the bathroom door up and told both Bill and my father to give us some privacy expect at least that’s what I thought she said in Italian but, not before adding, “portami la borsa di Luna per favore*.” In a hushed tone then she closed the bathroom door and told me to go sit on the toilet.
I sat on the nearest toilet and bunching up my dress until it wouldn’t go any further and then I slid my panties down while looking at myself and there was the proof that I had just started in my panties and running down one of my legs.
Hearing the bathroom door open and close, I heard Isabella say thank you in Italian before she walked over to me and pulled out a pad and a tampon, I didn’t meet her eyes as I quickly grabbed the pad and started opening it up, while she stood there and watched me.
“This is nothing to be embarrassed about Eliza, it’s a natural thing, this is just not good timing is all.” She said to me in a reassuring tone, as she put the tampon back in her daughter’s purse before heading to the bathroom door, and leaving me alone.
Letting out a sigh, I placed the pad in my panties and then wrapped the wings around the side of my panties before pulling them back to where they were originally then I stood up and let my dress fall back around me before I exited the restroom, throwing away the pieces of the pad in a nearby trash can before I joined Isabella again and we walked back to the table together as Isabella wrapped an comforting arm around my shoulders until we reached the table, and she sat next to her husband, while I sat at the end of the table, where Bill was waiting for me.
We stared at each other for a moment before he slid his hand on top of mine under the table before he gave it a comforting squeeze and I returned to my dinner, while the conversations around me continued.
Dinner was good, the cake was good, a bit of surprise though because I hadn’t told anyone that I liked chocolate cake but, my thoughts were far from here, I just wanted to go back to Liam’s and curl up in his guest bed and be left alone for the rest of the night with my cigarettes but, I’m sure there were other pans in store for me tonight, unfortunately for me…
Notes:
End of Eliza's P.O.V
There will be a new chapter next Saturday.
*Grazie per aver mandato all'aria tutti i miei piani means thank you for fucking up my plans, Bill.
*Portami la borsa di Luna per favore means bring me Luna’s purse please.
Chapter 38: Chapter Thirty Seven. Private Life
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Once Eliza was asleep and tucked away in the main bedroom upstairs, Bill let out an exasperated sigh and pulled out a cigar from his breast pocket then pulled out his Zippo lighter with Roscoe tailing behind him as he lit his cigar and let the cigar smoke swirl around his mouth before he headed down the stairs and into the kitchen where was Isabella was waiting on him with a glass of red wine her hand and a seething look on her face, she was pissed at Bill for a number of reasons, and he was about to hear all of them, the moment he entered the kitchen.
“You’re not suppose to be smoking Bill, you know what the-,” but Isabella was cut off when Bill shut and closed the sliding doors to the kitchen and he glared at her.
Putting his cigar down in a nearby ashtray on the island, he calmly took a seat on one of the barstools, his old fashioned waiting on him. “Isabella, mind your own business, tonight is not a good night, I’m sorry I ruined your surprise tonight but, when Ricky told me that something was wrong with Eliza, I needed to see her just to make sure she was okay.” He said to her in an unfriendly tone of voice before he took a sip of his drink.
Carefully putting her wine glass down on the island, she slammed her hands down on the white ceramic tile that covered the island while locking her eyes with his. “Fuck the surprise Bill. I’m not talking about that, I’m talking about Eliza, you’re suppose to be taking care of her, are you not?” She nearly yelled at him, which caused both Liam and Ricky to glance over their way, and they both thought they were safe on the other side of the kitchen away from Bill and Isabella.
When Isabella Genovese was angry, there wasn’t a soul in the world who could save the poor person that became the victim of Isabella’s wrath.
Frowning at her words, Bill glared at her before putting his drink down on the island carefully. “Isabella, mind your business.” He repeated to her through her clenched teeth.
Picking up her glass of wine, she took a rather long sip of it while staring daggers at Bill across from her then; she put her glass down gently on the island. “Not this time Bill, answer my question, you’re suppose to be taking care of Eliza, are you not?” She asked him through her own clenched teeth, her nails drumming on the island while she awaited his answer.
Bill eyed his cigar in the ashtray before picking it up and putting in between his lips. “Yes Isabella I’m suppose to be taking care of Eliza and why does this concern you, her well-being is none of your business.” He said lowly to her.
Isabella’s nostrils flared at Bill’s words. “Let me take her to an Obstetrician-Gynecologist, she needs to get looked at and at least be informed that there are options out there for her, if she’s eventually going to have sex with Don Gambino, she needs some kind of protection, and using just condoms isn’t going to cut it. This should’ve been taken care of after her gang rape by the Westies.” She said to him and then let out an exasperated sigh before she took a seat in a barstool next to her. “Bill, let me take her out with Luna so, she can remember what it’s like to be a teenager again instead of an adult all the time. Tonight showed me, that Eliza is naïve in some areas and that she needs a mother figure in her life, and not just a bunch of grown men.” She added out to him as she stopped drumming her fingernails on the island.
“Signora Genovese, this would go against the church, this would go against what Don Genovese stands for.” Liam said in a shaky hesitant voice, clearly taken aback by Isabella’s words.
She merely glanced over at Liam before returning her attention to Bill. “My husband is not a woman and doesn’t know it’s like to be one, his opinion on this subject doesn’t matter. So what if it goes against my religious beliefs, I’m just looking out for Eliza and what might be best for her. I’ve also had this conversation with Luna when she turned thirteen.” She confessed to everyone.
Rolling his eyes at Isabella’s confession, he stamped his cigar out in the ashtray before giving her a cold look. “Fine Isabella, do what you want but, after this you’ll keep your nose out of my relationship with Eliza, capire?” He said to her in a monotone voice to her.
Nodding a ‘yes’ to him, Isabella finished her wine before opening up the sliding doors and then turned on her heel to look at Liam and Ricky. “Do not tell my husband about this conversation, do you understand?” She asked them coldly in Italian while she watched the three men nervously shake their heads ‘yes’ and then she left the kitchen and headed towards the living room where she was temporarily sleeping while she was taking care of Bill.
Bill let out a sigh and rubbed his fingers against his head, and this was why he wouldn’t be having multiple women under his roof once he was recovered. “You two can leave for the night, I’ll see you both in the morning, and Ricky thank Paulie for driving me to Patsy’s tonight, if Isabella found out that I had almost driven myself tonight, I would have to put my affairs in order before she killed me.” He said to them as he leaned back on the barstool and picked up his glass and then started finishing up his old fashioned.
“Good night Fratello Sykes.” They both said to him as they exited the kitchen and headed for the front door.
Once Liam and Ricky left, Bill got out of his seat and grabbed Isabella’s wine glass along with his glass and put them both in the sink before heading out of the kitchen and turning the light off and headed to the guest bedroom downstairs where he was temporarily sleeping, tonight had been a long night and he was exhausted from tonight’s events expect he had one last thing to do, and that was to make a call …
Notes:
Private Life is by The Pretenders which was releaed in January 11, 1980 although, I used Grace Jones' version which was also released in 1980 however, her version was released in June of 1980.
Chapter 39: Chapter Thirty Eight.
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I woke up the next morning and let out a groan, I didn’t want to wake up, I wanted to stay in bed all day but, unfortunately, I had stuff to do today so, tossing the covers back and heading towards the shower, I paused and I looked at the presents that I had received last night and smiled a little as I glanced down at the bracelet on my left wrist, it was a simple gold bracelet with a Dobermann on it, a Celtic cross and Bill’s initials, his present to me but, I had a feeling that wasn’t his only gift to me.
A knock on the bedroom door interrupted my thoughts, as I spun on my heel and thankful that I was in a t-shirt and sweatpants when the bedroom door opened, and it was just my father, Ricky.
“Good morning sweetheart, how are you feeling this morning?” He asked me with a sheepish expression on his face after he spoke.
I gave him a small smile before meeting his eyes. “Good morning um dad, I’m fine, I’m just about to get ready for the day, I was thinking of going in to work today, if that’s okay with you dad, I mean boss.” I said awkwardly to him.
Dad just stared at me for a moment before he spoke again. “Sure, if that’s what you want but, once you’re finished getting ready, can you come downstairs, we need to talk.” He said softly to me while standing in the middle of the doorway.
Looking at him with a raised eyebrow, I let out a sigh. “Dad, I’m on the schedule today, I work until nine pm tonight, you’re the one who put me on their remember?” I said to him, a little annoyed that he forgot my work schedule because he’s the one who made it.
Rubbing a hand on the back of his neck, he chuckled to himself before telling me to get ready and to meet him downstairs in Bill’s kitchen.
Once the bedroom door shut, I let out a sigh. Well that was awkward. I thought to myself as I went into the walk-in closet and pulled out a work uniform then, headed into the bathroom to urinate and get ready for the day.
Swallowing down my anti-epileptic pill for the morning, I lit a cigarette and sat down on one of the barstools next to Bill, who gave me a kiss on the cheek as we exchanged good mornings to each other. “Okay so what’s this about dad did something happen while I was asleep?” I asked him while taking a quick drag off of my cigarette.
Looking around at everyone expect for me, Ricky cleared his throat then he spoke. “No, nothing happened last night expect that Isabella and Bill had a discussion about your sexual health and needless to say, Friday morning you’ll be coming in late to work, Isabella has arranged for you to see her obstetrician-gynecologist on Friday morning and then, you’ll work for a few hours and then you, Isabella and Luna are going to do something afterwards also, if Don Gambino has sex with you tonight-,” but he cut himself off, too embarrassed to finish the rest of his sentence.
Putting my cigarette down in the ashtray, I looked between my father and Bill and was about to tear into them, when Isabella walked into the room, in her pajama’s as she let out a yawn.
“Don’t yell at them Eliza, yell at me, I’m the one who pushed the issue because Don Gambino is a bit of a lady’s man and I don’t want you to get hurt by him, that’s all cara*.” She said to me as she headed straight towards the coffee pot and poured herself a cup in one of Bill’s over-sized cups. “Besides that, this should’ve taken care of before now but, Bill was too busy asserting his male dominance over you to take care of your sexual health, am I right Bill?” She said after she took her first sip of coffee.
Bill glared at Isabella after she spoke to him. “After this Isabella, you’ll keep your nose out of our private life.” He growled out to her as he took a sip of his coffee.
“I all ready told you I would! Now I’m going to get dressed and I need to change your bandages so, finish your damn coffee.” She yelled at him as she put the coffee cup down and stormed out of the kitchen, mumbling under her breath in Italian not so nice things about Bill.
Giving me a kiss on the lips, Bill told me to have a good day at work and that he would see me on Sunday before he to left the kitchen, mumbling under his breath about Isabella.
Leaving my father and I in the kitchen alone together, we just looked at each other and then shared a smile as I put my cigarette out in the ashtray, and we headed towards the front door together…
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End of Eliza's P.O.V
*Cara is Dear (the female verison) in Italian
Chapter 40: Chapter Thirty Nine. Lawyers, Guns and Money
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It was ten thirty in the morning when we arrived at Ricci’s Slice of Italy; it was a bit cooler than usual so, I mentally cursed at myself for not bringing a jacket but, dad must’ve sensed my distress because he wrapped his jacket around me. “Thanks boss.” I said teasingly to him as we briskly walked into the restaurant together.
Once inside I took off his jacket and handed it back to him before telling everyone good morning while I busied myself with cleaning tables and talking with the few customers that were here.
“Buongiorno signorina Moore.” I heard Don Gambino say from across the room, in one of the tables in the back of the restaurant.
Turning my head at the sound of his voice, I gave him a small smile, while I finished cleaning a table before going over to the table where Don Gambino was sitting. “Good morning signore Gambino, no back room special today?” I asked him with a smile on my face.
Taking my free hand, Don Gambino put it to his lips and kissed it before letting go of my hand and we met each other’s eyes. “No, not today besides, why would I want a back room special when there’s the most bellissima signorina here to keep me entertained.” He flirted with me as he gave me a charming smile before the expression on his face changed when he saw my father standing behind me.
“I have the right to remove you from my restaurant for harassing my staff, now either order something or get lost Gambino, she’s here to work not to entertain you.” Ricky said from behind me, the tone in his voice was assertive and possibly a little protective as he put one of his hands on my shoulder.
Don Gambino let out a scoff at Ricky’s words before leaning back in his chair while he pulled out a cigarette and lit it before he spoke to Ricky. “Fine, I just came to tell signorina Moore buongiorno before I leave a business meeting but, I’ll be back for our date this evening, va bene* papá?” He told Ricky in a mocking tone, as he exhaled the chemicals from his cigarette and flicked the ashes in the ashtray on the table before putting it out the ashtray and getting out of his chair while grabbing his jacket and leaving the restaurant but, not before placing a defiant kiss on my cheek, while he passed me on his way out, leaving me a little shocked at his kiss.
Letting go of my shoulder, Ricky let out a low growl and then cursed at Don Gambino under his breath before he walked back to his seat in the front of the restaurant, where he could overlook everything and everyone coming in and out of his restaurant, while also keeping an eye on me.
The rest of the day was quiet until about eight-thirty when Don Genovese, Liam, Paulie and a few other men came in and Don Gambino was with them and they all seemed upset about something however, I was trying to clean tables and stay out of their way while watching them open the secret entrance that led downstairs expect for Don Gambino, who took a seat at a table near where I was working.
I flashed him a small smile then pretended to busy myself until my father put his hand on my shoulder and told me to clock out as he let go of my shoulder and walked over to where Don Gambino was sitting and the two men had a stare off.
“I want her home in one piece, do you understand Don Gambino?” He said quietly to him as I approached them once I clocked myself out and I stood next to my father, who turned on his heel and kissed my cheek, just as Brasi walked in, as the usual the man was unreadable, as he stood at the entrance of the restaurant, his eyes devoid of any emotion as well.
Don Gambino just nodded at my father’s words as he exited the table and we exited the restaurant with Brasi and one of Gambino’s bodyguards following us until they reached their cars.
Opening the passenger door for me, Leo gestured for me to get in and I did, as he shut the door behind him and then headed to his side of the car and opened it before he got in and started the car, making sure that I was buckled in. “So where too signorina Moore? Tonight you pick where we go, as long as you don’t mind if we make a stop Harlem, I have a business matter to attend to, it should only take a few minutes though but, after that I’m all yours tonight.” He said to me, as he took my hand in his before we met each other’s eyes.
Over the past few weeks that we had been seeing each other, I learned not to judge a book by its cover, especially since the book’s cover wasn’t an accurate description of what was in the book itself. Others saw ruthless Mafia boss and I saw a very gentle, non-judgmental man, who would much prefer a working-class restaurant then, a high-class one. Don Gambino was definitely more than meets the eye and regardless of what everyone around me has told me about him, I’m starting to think its not true.
Don Gambino put his car in park and left the keys in the ignition while he kissed my cheek and told me he would be right back as he opened his door, and then stepped out into the night while he closed his door behind him, his bodyguard right behind him as the two men headed in the direction of a bathhouse and I watched them go in and sat in the car for what seemed like forever…
Leonardo returned to the car an hour later, his bother Matteo leaned down and poked his head in on my side of the car and flashed me a smile.
“Ciao* signorina Moore long time no see, is everything okay with you tonight? Mio fratello is keeping you all to himself, I see.” He let out a sigh after he spoke, his brown eyes turning their gaze to the bracelet that was dangling on my left wrist before he and I looked into each other’s eyes. “Anyways, you should join us for one night at the Ravenite Social Club; I promise it won’t be boring.” He added out to me in a playful tone.
Smiling back at Matteo, I glanced over at Leonardo silently asking him if we could do that one night and he nodded and told his brother it was a possibility.
Shutting his car door, Leonardo glared at his brother and told him to get lost and that he would see him later as he placed a cigarette in between his lips and lit it.
Removing his head from my side of the car, Matteo told us goodbye, as Leonardo put the car in reverse and we headed to a restaurant somewhere in Harlem.
The ride to Sylvia’s Restaurant was filled with conversation until flashing police lights appeared beside us.
“Figlio diputtana*, damn polizia.” Leo mumbled under his breath, as he pulled over onto the side of the road, hoping the police car beside him would drive pass us but, they didn’t and they told Leonardo to stop the car and put his hands on the wheel. “Eliza, get your I.D out just in case hopefully, they won’t take too long and we can go to dinner after this.” He added to me under his breath while keeping an eye on his rearview mirror as he put the car in park, rolled the windows down and put a hand on the steering wheel, while reaching into one of his pockets and pulled out his wallet and then placed it in his lap before putting his other hand on the steering wheel.
The police car pulled in behind us and turned on their mounted spotlights so we couldn’t see them but, they could see us.
I pulled my wallet out and placed it on the seat beside me before I eyed Leonardo as we heard them open and close their car doors, and then heard something break as the two officers appeared on both sides of the car, one of them shining a flashlight in my face.
“License, registration and insurance.” The officer on Leo’s side of the car said gruffly to him.
“Sir it seems you have a broken tail light on your side of the car-,” the second male officer cut himself off when he saw me sitting quietly in the passenger seat, giving me a false smile, the second male officer turned his flashlight off and told me to step out of the car.
Giving Leo a worried look, I did as I was told once I unbuckled my seatbelt and stepped out of the car while clutching my purse as I felt the police officer’s hand on my back for a moment then he shut the door and let me to their police car, a few feet away from where Leonardo’s car, as I looked for Luigi’s car, and spotted it a few feet away from where I was, and then another police car showed up, blocking Liugi’s view from me as two more male police officers got out of their patrol car and one of them headed towards me while the other officer headed towards where the first officer was, and that’s when guns were drawn on Leonardo and all hell broke loose…
Notes:
End of Eliza's P.O.V
* Ve bene in Italian means okay in English
* Mio Fratello in Italian means my brother in English
* Ciao in Italian means hello in English
*Figlio di puttane in Italian means son of a bitch in English-Lawyers, Guns and Money is by Warren Zevon and was released in July of 1987