Luciano

Grace

Charles woke up to shuffling in the room, he could smell food and his stomach growled as opened his eyes. He watched the girl shuffle around preparing the food, she had not seen that he had woken up. He coughed softly to gain her attention. She turned around to see him laying on the bed, his head propped on his elbows. Her cheeks heat up at the sight

" oh I made you breakfast, I also ironed the clothes that were in your suitcase if you don't mind". She said softly trying to avoid eye contact with him. He shifted out of the still naked and moved towards her. She bit her lip and looked down

"You're wifey material ain't ya". He said while grabbing and biting into toasted bread.

"I'm just trying to be a good employee Mr. Luciano". She replied meekly making him smirk.

"Ya treat all your clients this well uhh". He breathed on her neck, she moaned softly.

"No sir I was just being nice". She replied softly. He laughed, now slipping on his boxers before taking a seat around the round table which had his breakfast. She watched his every move in awe, remembering his member being inside her only a few hours before. She squeezed her legs together at the thought.

"I thought you might like to know that Mr. Maranzanois having lunch at the restaurant downstairs". She said to him. She was hopeful that he would take favor with her since she was helping him, she wanted no needed to be with him.

"Do ya know who he has this meeting with". He asked and she shook her head in the negative.

"Well, the door is to the left. Enjoy your day". He said dismissively continuing to eat his food. Her heart broke in that moment and she tried her best to fight off the tears threatening to come out.

"I left my number on the desk near the bed. You can call me if you anything". She croaked out he ignored her continuing to eat his meal. Grace looked at the man for a moment.

Salvatore has always been cold

She thought to herself trying to fight off the feelings of hurt and disappointment. She fought the urge to go and hug him and instead turned around and limped out of the room. She entered the elevator and when the doors closed, she opened her bag and took out the vest he had on the previous day. Bringing it to her nose she savored his scent. She might never see him again but at least she had something to remind of the night of passion they shared.

Charles entered the posh restaurant through the French doors. A waiter walked up to him and then lead him to a table.

"Would you like anything sir". The blond-haired man asked

"A double whiskey for now. The finest one you have". The waiter nodded and left the table. Charles' eyes moved around the room until he spotted the olive-skinned man dressed in a dark suit. He was sitting alone but Charles had a feeling he was waiting for someone. His theory was proven true when a brown-haired short man dressed in a grey suit joined Maranzano. Charles' eyes narrowed in recognition of the man.

What the f*ck is Meyer doing here?

He thought to himself. Meyer Lansky was Charles' childhood friend and partner. Although Meyer was Jew Charles didn't mind doing business with him much to Masseria's dismay. He continued to observe the two men until they were joined by a third man. He was dressed in a white suit that stood in contrast to his dark skin.

Albert "Chalky" White. What the f*ck is going on here.

His thoughts were interrupted by the waiter who brought his whiskey and quickly left. Charles took a sip of his drink while continuing to observe the three men who seemed to be deep in discussion. His eyes darted towards the entrance and he spotted someone whom he thought he would not see in this part of town.

Fancy face.

He smiled at that nickname he had given her. She was dressed in a yellow dress that complimented her dark skin tone. She was breathtakingly beautiful he thought to himself. He watched a waiter help her to a table. He moved from his table towards her, she had not seen him yet since he was standing behind her.

"What is a beautiful lady like you doing here alone". He whispered darkly in her ear causing her to jump slightly from shock. Her eyes were slightly wide and she released a sigh of relief putting her small hand on her chest. He smiled at her.

"Charles oh my god you gave me, what are you doing here I thought you went back to New York". She said in a small voice taking her time to admire the devilish man in front of her, she darted her eyes to the table where her father held a meeting with his business associates. She could not let him see her with a, especially a white, older man he would surely lock up in her room for the rest of her life. His thoughts were interrupted when Charles spoke in that voice that made her knees weak.

"I ain't get no greeting or no kiss. What's wrong fancy face". He said with amusement laced in his voice, touching her cheek causing her to jolt back slightly.

"I can't talk to you now my father will not be amused". She said staring at the table that occupied her father, Charles smirked at her.

" Why are ya so jumpy huh?". He could not help but be amused by her uncomfortable behavior. She was cute, he thought to himself.

"My father is sitting at the table behind you". She said softly. He smiled before turning around wanting to see the man who fathered this beautiful creature. His eyes landed to the table that he was observing earlier. He furrowed his brows furrowed in confusion before he moved eyes around the room. He quickly realized there was only one colored man in the room, his eyes moved back to the table and the smile on his face fell. He turned around looking at her.

"Ya father's Chalky White". He asked with shock evident in his voice. She furrowed her brows.

"Yes, are you acquainted with my father?". She asked in confusion, he could Charles possibly know her father.

"Nah, ya old man is a well-known man. I heard a thing or two about him". He answered trying to keep his composure he could not believe it. The girl he wanted to f*ck more than anything was the daughter of his boss' enemy. This also would make it difficult for him to get what he wanted, if he slept with and he left as he planned, Chalky would not allow him to ruin his daughter and live to tell the tale, he was sure of that. Charles may not fear anything or anyone but he was not stupid and f*cking Chalky White over would be stupid. A frown marred his face.

"Are you alright". A sweet voice suddenly cut his thoughts, he looked at the pretty face in front of him. He wanted her badly. He put on a fake smile.

"Nothing, I was just wondering if I could spend time with ya after this". He asked and she shook her head lightly while taking a seat.

"I can't my father has been on my case because I broke my curfew last night. Anyway, I have to go to church my mother after lunch". She replied softly. Charles threw his head back and laughed at her causing her to roll her eyes. He kneeled behind her chair so he could whisper directly in her ear.

"ya tellin me that you ditch me to go to church". He whispered amused in her ear.

"I glad you find my love for the Lord funny, I will have you know that today we will have a soup kitchen for the homeless. So yes I would rather do my part to better the world instead of amusing myself by spending time with you". She replied with a bit of sass in her tone. He smirked at her attitude.

"A do-gooder huh". Amusement laced his voice and shook her head lightly in the negative.

"No, I am just being a good Christian and a decent human being". She replied softly. Helping people was important to her. She was raised to be a God-fearing young woman. She took a sip of water

"What are ya Mother Theresa or something, you too pretty to be a nun all the pastors will end up wanting to f*ck you". He replied crudely causing her to choke on the water she was drinking, spitting it out and coughing. He rubbed her back soothingly

"Here here, why don't you want you dying no?". He said continuing to rub her back soothingly. He suddenly felt a presence over him he looked up and saw Chalky glaring daggers at him.

"What the hell is goin' on here". A deep southern voice cut the silence as Chalky White spoke.

" I was helping the young lady here she seemed to be choking on her water". Charles replied getting up and looking straight at the man in front of him.

"And who the hell is you". Chalky asked with suspicion, he didn't like man touching his babygirl. In his eyes no man walking the earth was good enough for his daughter, she was too precious.

"I'm Charles, Charles Luciano". Charles replied sticking his hand to sticking his hand out to shake Chalky's.