Luciano

Guns,Gals and booze

The door opened as Charles walked into the small restaurant with dim lighting, he spotted the only people in the restaurant which happened to be Joe Masseria and two men sitting around a table. He walked towards the table.

"Salvatore, you arrive finally". Charles resisted the urge to roll his eyes at his boss opting to nod his head in acknowledgment before taking a seat across from him.

"What the f*ck happened, Salvatore why that n*gger not dead". Joe's voice was calm but Charles knew he was angry.

"I'll tell ya what happened that f*cking twit Gyp Rossetti. What was that piece of sh*t doin' there uhh. I had the situation under f*cking control". Charles felt his temper flare, he didn't like it when people f*cked with his thought process which is what Joe did.

"I thought I give you back up just in ca.."

"F*cking back up? f*cking back up? Joe. When have I needed help with sh*t like this ya forget who killed Branco huh?".Charles didn't even let Joe finish he was fuming. He didn't care that he was disrespecting his boss who could easily have him killed. He was furious he didn't like failing it was not in his nature now because of Joe's stupidity he failed in trying to kill Chalky White.

"Ya let him talk to ya like that?". One of Joe's men asked earning a glare from Charles.

"I'll let this pass but next time ya interrupt me I won't be this forgiving". Charles replied glaring at the man.

"Ya the forgivin' kind?". The third man spoke with humor laced in his voice.

"F*ck with me and find out". Charles shot back.

"I'm gonna go to Maimi. We'll deal with this Chalky after I return yes?". Charles questioned looking to Masseria who has been unusually quiet. He nodded in approval and Charles got up from his seat taking his hat and overcoat before exiting the door.

Albert White sat at the table surrounded by his associates with a cigar in his mouth, his head was pounding, his heart was racing and he was absolutely furious. He could not believe that spaghetti eating grease ball wop had the balls to try and assassinate him to top it all off his daughter was in the room and caught up in the crossfire.

"Are you sure that you want to go to war, think about this for a moment is it really worth it. Listen you're a little upset now give yourself time before you make any irrational decisions". Enoch spoke trying to reason with Chalky. Enoch "Nucky" Thompson was the treasurer of Atlantic City a title he owed to Chalky. During election time Chalky would send his men to threaten voters to vote for Nucky in return Nucky would protect Chalky from the Ku Klux Klan and Nucky's brother Eli who was the city sheriff would make sure Chalky never goes to jail.

"Is it worth it?. My f*ckin daughter was in the f*ckin room!". Chalky's southern accent boomed through the room. Nucky flinched a bit in surprise it was unusual for Chalky to raise his voice.

"And by the grace of God Maybelle is alive and safe but if you go into war with that f*cking grease ball you are going to put her life in even more danger along with Lester, Adeline and Lenore's lives. You know how those filthy greasy filthy immigrants play dirty". Nucky said trying to reason with Chalky. Chalky shot up to his feet and began pacing the room.

"How is she emotionally". Eli asked he was a father so he could understand Chalky's frustration his brother Nucky didn't have children.

"She don't sleep well the entire week. She havin' these nightmares". He sighed and ran a hand along his face. He was worried about his daughter, she seemed extremely traumatized by the events and she refused to talk to anyone.

"William is back from university. I'll ask him to visit her, they have always been close maybe she will feel better after speaking to him".William was Eli's eldest son who had moved to Boston to study law it Harvard. He was also quite close with Maybelle and Eli suspected he had romantic feelings for her. Eli thought a union between his son and Maybelle would be a fruitful one despite their differences in skin tones. They were both educated, God-fearing individuals who came from the two most respected families in Atlantic City. The Thompsons and the Whites,it only made sense for them to be together.

"I think she like that".Chalky nodded in appreciation. The phone rang and he picked it up.

"Yes". He was annoyed by the person who called even though he didn't know who it was.

"Albert is that you". A familiar feminine voice came through. It belonged to Edith Maitland who has been his mistress for five years. He met her when she was working at a brothel and he rescued her before making her his mistress.

"Whatchu ya want. I'm busy over here". He said coldly.

"Rose has the flu and she has been asking for her father for three days". Chalky closed his eyes and sighed. Rose was his three-year-old daughter that he shared with Edith, his wife and children did not know about her existence nor did they know about Edith and Chalky planned to keep at that way. Although he loved his daughter just as much as he loved his other children he did not want to break up his family.

"I'll try comin' over soon. Tell Rosie, daddy, loves her". He whispered before hanging up.

"Do you plan on ever telling Lenore about this love child of yours". Nucky asked. He himself was not an honorable man but he thought hiding a child and having a second family was too far stretched.

"Look at you being all noble. Lighten up brother most men have second families it's how its been forever". Eli told his brother as he lit a cigarette, he himself had two children outside his marriage so he couldn't judge Chalky.

"You know Maybelle is that age for courting now. Ever had of karma how would you feel if someone did what you are doing to your daughter?.". Nucky asked and Chalky turned to face him.

"My daughter is an angel no man in their right mind would ever cheat on my daughter heck even the crazy ones wouldn't". Chalky said as he and Eli chuckled.

"Besides if a motherf*cker would do that to my baby girl, he would have to deal with me".