Luciano

Disappointment

Charles drove back to New York and arrived late at night due to his encounter with the young girl he smiled at the thought, he couldn't wait to go back to Atlantic City, if he had known that shithole city had women like her he would have visited long ago but for now, he had to get some sleep and prepare for his meeting with Joe in the morning. He knew Joe would be upset about his failure to persuade Maranzano but in all honesty, he couldn't give a f*ck. He only went to Maranzano for his benefit, everything Charles did was for himself. His family had rejected him because of his career choices, he had not spoken to his parents in 5 years, his mom would occasionally call him without his father's knowledge. So he didn't care about anybody but himself. He walked into his apartment which was near Central Park and went straight to his bedroom. He was exhausted, he poured himself a glass of whiskey and took out his opium pipe. A little drink and smoke would relax him before bed, it always did.

A loud ring woke Charles from his sleep, he groaned and moved his head from the pillow up only to it back down because of the massive headache he had. The ring continued and he shuffled out of bed to answer the telephone.

"Yes". He replied gruffly, his annoyance not failing to show

"Salvatore, incontrami subito al ristorante di Vito! (Salvatore, come meet me at Vito's restaurant immediately)". Joe yelled angrily through the receiver. He was pissed off, Salvatore failed to pull the deal off and he had to get the news from Gyp Rosetti of all people, the boy didn't even have the balls to tell him man to man. Charles hissed at the pain going through" his head and furrowed his thick brows.

"Cazzo, stai urlando per Joe, Sono. (The f*ck you yelling for Joe, It's..).". He looked at the clock which hung on the wall above the small table. "le 7:30 del mattino" (it's 7:30 in the morning). Charles groaned in irritation.

"Come over now!". Joe screamed and hung up causing Charles to cuss him out. He moved from the living room to the bathroom to get ready for the meeting with Joe

Charles arrived at the small restaurant, this time he was dressed in all black suit to symbolize his mood. He opened and immediately spotted Joe sitting around a round table with 2 men. His fat ass was hard to miss anyway, Charles thought to himself whilst moving towards the table.

"Salvatore, why is that I hear that the deal with Maranzano did not go well". Charles looked at Joe and furrowed his brows.

"Who the f*ck told you that". He asked with frustration laced in his voice. Joe was not supposed to know about his failure, he was planning to fix the issue before the news went to Joe, now the fat f*ck would always throw this in his face. He clenched his teeth to restrain his bubbling anger.

"It no matter who tell me. All I know is you f*cked again". Joe spat out his broken English in his thick Sicilian accent. Charles looked at the man sitting across him, he was still standing and had not taken a seat. His jaw was clenched his eyes had darkened and he was fuming with anger, it took all his patience and strength not kill the f*cker.

"Now you go back to Atlantic City and make a deal with Marazano, no?". Charles nodded took his hat and left the restaurant now he was fuming.

Charles looked at the nervous fidgety girl at the desk. She had pale skin, long brown curls and her dull brown eyes were covered. Her frame draped in a dull loose long plaid dress, she definitely was not his type but he knew he had to turn on his in order to extract the information he wanted from her.

" I'm sorry sir but we are not allowed to give out that kind of information ". He stepped closer to the desk bringing his face closer to her ear.

" Are you sure ". He whispered seductively. He watched her face turn red and she nodded suddenly finding it difficult to breathe.

"Yes, Mr. Luciano". She answered softly and he grinned.

"Call me Lucky ". He whispered and then winked causing her to blush. He knew he had to do more to convince to give him information on Maranzano.

"Do me a favor sweetheart why don't you book me a room than maybe I can bump into Mr Maranzano". She nodded and looked into the books and taking a cheque from him.

"It's room number 23 A in the first floor just take the elevator". She informed him whilst giving him a key. He took the key and gently grabbed her hand.

"Could you please show me where it is and how these hotel things work". He whispered darkly in her ear. It was a lie he didn't want her to show him his room he had other plans for her.

She was now as red as a tomato. She nodded and cleared. "umm okay I was about to finish my shift but I can do that for you let me just check out and get my bag so I can show you". He grinned devilishly at her retreating form.

As soon as the elevator doors closed he turned around and caged her between the wall. He brought his body close to hers, his face close to her neck.

" Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are ".

He whispered in his deep voice. Honestly, he was lying he didn't find her attractive at all. He was thinking of ways to get himself hard enough to f**k and get the information he wanted. He felt her squirm and breath heavily and he grinned. Charles was used to this, his voice drove women crazy, he didn't need to touch a girl to make her moan all had to do was whisper sweet nothings in her ear. He knew that his cologne drove her crazy. He was very good with women what he lacked in the looks department he made out with charm, swagger and obviously bedroom skills.

"N..no s..sir". She replied shaking her head. Charles grinned and ran his nose up and down her neck causing her to moan. The elevator stopped and the doors opened to their floor. He walked out and she followed behind him.

"There you go". She said after opening the door and giving him his room key. As she was about turn to walk away, he stopped her.

"I need your help with something". He said gesturing towards his room and she complied by following him into the room. As soon as went inside he closed the door behind, pushed against the door and attacked her lips.

"Mr. Luciano, please". She moaned softly, and he grinned with satisfaction.

"Please what mmm". He whispered now attacking her neck with rough kisses and squeezing her small breasts.

"I've never done this before". She moaned loudly feeling an unfamiliar feeling at her core. She was getting wetter between her thighs. Charles released a dark chuckle.

"Me too". He replied darkly before grabbing her roughly. He moved them to the bedroom before pushing her onto the bed roughly.

"Now I'm gonna need you to be real quiet". He said darkly with a grin on his face