Luciano

Sea side

Maybelle got into the car, Charles closed the door for her before going into the other side. He started the car and they drove off into the night.

"How did you know where I live". Maybelle asked suddenly. Charles was a little surprised by her question.

"I have my ways". He said smoothly, he preferred not to tell her that he did some minor research on Chalky White. He did this for two one, for business purposes he wanted to know more about the man he was going into business with and also Masseria's nemesis if he's a business relationship with Chalky didn't work out. He would have to betray him to be in Masseria's good books. The second reason was for her obviously the more about Chalky the more he knew about Maybelle and he wanted to more about after seeing her in her alluring nightdress.

"That is nice to hear Mr. Luciano, Luciano? mmm does that mean that you are Italian". She asked looking up to him her eyes had an innocent curious glimmer. He gazed at her for a second before focusing back on the road.

"Not really, my parents migrated here like 40 years ago so I was in New York, I've never been to Italy and I barely speak the language so we can say I'm more American". He lied smoothly. Lying was second nature to him, he didn't want her or anyone else for that matter to know anything about him, not even his real name. The only thing he hadn't lied about to her was his age.

"That's quite sad to hear. I have always been fascinated by people who can speak more than one tongue. She said leaning a little back into her seat. He smirked at that.

"Fancy face, there's plenty of things that I can do with this tongue and none of them involve languages" She whispered darkly into her ear. Heat rushed up to her cheeks and bit her lip trying to refrain herself from giggling.

The car finally came to a stop. Charles got out and went to go open the door for Maybelle, he took her soft small hand into his bigger rougher one. He kissed her hand before leading her towards the deck.

"Where are we". Maybelle asked looking at the small boats lined up at the deck.

"I asked a friend for advice on how to woo a lady and he came up with this". He said not quite answering her question.

"You need advice on how to woo a lady?. And all this time I thought you were a Casanova". She replied with an amused tone. He leaned down to be her height.

"I know how to f*ck a woman's brains out but wooing is not my thing". He whispered darkly in her ear and she giggled softly at his demeanor. She finds him to be crude and rough around the edges a far cry from the men in her community who were all rich uptight snobs.

They finally reached the small boat although it was not too small. Charles hopped in and put his arms to catch Maybelle when she climbed in. Inside the small white boat, there was a small round table that was occupied by fruits and alcoholic beverages.

"Mr Luciano I see you brought your lovely lady friend". An older pale-skinned gentleman came out of the cockpit.

"Yes, this is Maybelle and fancy face that is Mr. Robert. He's gonna be our captain for tonight"

"Nice to meet you, sir". She smiled and nodded returning the smile before turning back to the cockpit.

"Now where we? ah, the table". Charles said turning and leading Maybelle towards the small table. He took a single red rose off the table and handed it to her.

"For the lovely lady". He smiled watching her blush.

"You certainly are a charmer Mr. Luciano". She said softly while accepting the rose. They both sat opposite each other. He poured himself a glass of whiskey and offered her one

"No thank you, I don't drink alcohol". She declined.

"I forget that ya merely a minor". He joked earning an eye roll from her.

"You know its ungentlemanlike to comment on a lady's age, Mr Luciano".

"I thought ya would've noticed by now I ain't no gentleman". He whispered darkly whilst leaning closer. She turned her head to the other side not wanting him to see her blush

"I'll be honest when I brought ya here I ain't had no good intention". She turned her head and furrowed her brows in confusion.

"What do you mean". She asked as she cuddled herself it was a bit chilly and she was only dressed in her nightdress and gown.

"A man invites a pretty young lady to a boat in the middle of the night, ya read romance novels do the maths". She pondered about this for a second before her eyes widened when the realisation hit her. Heat rushed up to her entire body, suddenly she wasn't so cold anymore. She got up and walked towards the boat's end to view the ocean. He followed her.

"You are quite a crude man Mr. Luciano". She said shyly still not looking at him.

"I prefer the term honest". He whispered from behind her, putting his thick overcoat on her shoulders to shield her from the cold.

"I want ya". He said and she blushed.

"What do you want from me". She still had not turned to look at him.

"I want to spend time with ya to know ya". He looked at her. Even from behind she was beautiful.

"You are spending time with me now". She replied, bringing his coat to her nose loving the scent of his cologne.

"Ya maddening beauty Maybelle White". He grunted in her ear, holding her close to his chest. She finally turned to look at him.

"And I find it disappointing that you not in touch with your Italian side Mr. Luciano, you know what they say about Italian men". She whispered sweetly.

"If that's ya biggest concern fancy face, I'll have ya know that I may be an American but I make love like a Latin". He whispered in her ear.

"If I may ask Mr. Luciano why would I go for you when there are plenty men of my kind waiting, you know what they say once you go black you never go back". She shot back seductively taking the whiskey glass from his hand downing the amber liquid. Charles looked at the girl in front of him with a smirk. He leaned so close to her she could feel his hot breath on her skin.

"Ya want me to prove to you otherwise". He whispered darkly and she bit back the moan trying to escape her lips.