Luciano

Hotel girl

Charles drove back to the hotel after dropping Maybelle off, he had a smile on his face. He could still feel her soft lips on his. He parked his car and went up to his room. Today was a good day for him. He managed to make a new business deal which meant more money, he fooled that fat f*ck into thinking he was making more money when in fact Charles was stealing from him right under his nose and to top it off he ended the day with Maybelle in his arms, kissing him and boy what a kiss it was despite her inexperience something Charles planned to correct.

For now, he was going to celebrate this wonderful day. He poured himself a glass of whiskey and took out his opium pipe. All he needed now was some female company but he didn't feel like visiting a brothel and then it hit the broad he was f*cking earlier left her number. He jumped from the bed and went to the table. He picked up the receiver after finding the piece of paper that had her number and name written on it.

Grace cute name for an ugly broad.

He thought to himself while dialing her number. She was a far cry from his type but she had a tight p*ssy and moaned like one of his girls from the wh*re house plus he was desperate and she was available so she would do for now. The phone rang twice before it was answered.

"Kawasaki residence hello". A soft voice answered.

"Yeah is this Grace talkin'". He asked taking a drag from his opium pipe.

"Yes, sorry who is this". Grace asked furrowing her brows she was confused about who would call her at 2 am in the morning.

"It's Lucky". A deep rough voice answered and her heart lept. He had actually called her, she breathed slowly to even her breaths.

"Listen I'm still in Atlantic City and I need ya help with some sh*t would ya come up to room"

"I am not at work right now I am actually at home". She replied nervously playing with the phone's cord.

"Ya comin' or nah?". Charles' annoyed voice came out.

"I am on my way". She replied quickly trying to avoid upsetting him. Salvatore had a short temper, she recalled when they were children he would always get into fights resulting in beatings from his father. She wondered if they still had a strained relationship. Last she checked Antonio Luciana didn't take kindly to his son's criminal ways, his mother Rosalia often fussed over her son, Grace herself often feared for his safety. She remembered meeting him when he arrived in New York from Sicily, he spoke no English and he was ten whilst she was six but she remembered him walking her home because she was scared of the dark.

Although she was three years younger they were put in the same class due to his lack of proficiency in the English language. She would help well more like do his homework for him while he was out in the streets getting up to no good. This continued until he was fourteen when he dropped out of school and his father kicked him out. He managed to get a small run-down apartment with his gang members and she would steal food from her house to bring it to him. The last time she saw him was when he was nineteen and she sixteen, he got arrested for drug dealing. That night she cried herself to sleep especially because the arresting officer was her father.

Grace arrived at the hotel room she knocked on the cream-colored door before shifting her dress attempting to look good for him. The door opened and he stood the with only his pants on, his dark curls covered his forehead, his gold cross necklace hung on his naked chest. She remembered him telling her he got it from his late grandmother before he left Sicily. He looked handsome he always did at least in her eyes. Her breath halted when she looked him in those beautiful dark orbs, they were glossy which meant one thing. He was smoking that opium and he was high. He had been smoking that darn thing since he was fourteen and she worried it would kill him one day.

"I brought food". She spoke first gesturing towards the tub she had in her hand. She made his favorite Scacce with ricotta cheese, onion and tomato sauce, he may be trying to be an American man but deep down she knew he was still the same Sicilian boy she met over twenty years ago.

He opened the door further and she walked in. He closed the door behind her, taking the tub from her hand.

"Thanks, I'm gonna need all the stamina with the exercise we gonna be doing tonight". He said winking at her whilst opening the tub. She blushed profusely closing her thighs together to stop the tingling feeling down there.

Her eyes darted towards the large bed and her fears were confirmed when she spotted his opium pipe which was laying next to a half drank a glass of whiskey.

So he is drunk and high

She thought to himself worryingly and sighed internally. This man would send her to an early grave but she saw herself with no other but him. Her mother worried that he would hurt with his womanizing ways, she remembered how she would cry herself to sleep as a girl every time he had a new girl.

All the girls in the neighborhood fawned over the olive-skinned dark-haired Sicilian boy with a thick accent thought now he lost it and sounded more American. She recalled how he would change girls every week but didn't even give her a glance. Though she was the only one he spoke too about his problems which infuriated his girlfriends, she would sometimes wish that she was the one he used instead of them as sad as that sounds.

She never imagined her wish would come through. Now she finally knew what those girls meant when said he was an amazing lover, he was well endowed and the stamina of a racehorse. She limped for two days after he made love to her, her throat scratchy from her screaming the entire night. Her mother questioned her on this and she made a story, she was aware that her mother would never understand her love for Salvatore. No one knew him like she did they had spent time together though that was twenty years ago she cherished the memories as if it were yesterday.