Mob Love - where nothing is as it seems.
I’m
busy working my new job at the juice joint Kaleidoscope, which I got a mere week
ago. So far I love it a lot more than I did where I worked before. The crowd is
less unruly here. I also make more dough. They still cater to the nefarious
gangs of Chicago, but here they seem higher class or something. It’s Christmas
Eve 1925 and we’re suddenly getting busier as the night goes on. Guess I’m not
the only one who doesn’t want to be alone on the holiday. A group of men and a
few dames walked in about a half hour ago taking their usual seat in the back.
There is only one person though that catches my eye. He is breathtaking in his pinstripe
black suit and white fedora. No one here knows his real name they all just call
him pretty boy, behind his back of course. A small scar over his right eye is
the only thing that keeps him from being flawless. Everyone in the joint joked that
he did it on purpose so he wouldn’t be teased for looking like one of the
flappers that so often accompany them. I personally think he is all man and very
sexy. The only thing that deters that perfection for me is the fact he is
second in charge to ‘Mad’ Max Marciano, the biggest bootlegging, drug running,
whore monger in the Chicago area. Rumor has it he had once been Lucky Luciano’s
tailor and saved his life by taking a bullet for him. He subsequently quit his
job fitting clothes and quickly moved up the ranks. Now he runs his own
operation. Didn’t matter what the truth was, he was a mad man, therefore the
nickname and he had the morals of Lucipher himself…. None.
I
stop my visual stalking for a moment to wait on a few of the patrons but my
mind never strays far from him. He is so out of my league not to mention he’s a
man and well, so am I. I could be shot just for thinking about him. No telling
what would happen if I actually let him know how I felt. I watch for a few more
minutes then decide its fruitless especially when I see Lana coming out from
the dressing room. She is the epitome of gorgeous female. Her voluptuous body
is barely contained in her red sequined gown. Her platinum blonde hair is swept
up into some kind of fancy twist thing on top of her head. Even from here I can
see her rosy cheeks, long black eyelashes and full red lips. I can see why the men all follow after her
like puppy dogs. The only one who rarely gives her the time is him-I refuse to
call him pretty boy-- and I think that’s why she works overtime to grab his
attention. He probably has a wife and four kids at home waiting on him anyway
but I have to admit it does my heart good when I see him gently push her to the
side. Mad Max with his portly belly and huge cigar just laughs at her. She
huffs away from them her rear end swaying back and forth as she makes her way
to the bar like a petulant child. I feel sorry for her, a little.
“Can
you believe the nerve of that man? Just who does he think he is? I am Lana LaRue
for heaven’s sake. Every man here wants in my bed! Why I’m the bee’s knees I
tell ya! I’ll show him!” She harrumphed.
She
grabbed the flute of champagne I set before her. She drinks it every night that
she works before she takes the stage to sing. She sounds melodious and sultry
when she sings. Sadly, she sounds like a screeching bird when she talks. It is downright
excruciating when she gets angry.
She
slowly licked her bottom ruby lip and gave me a pouted look, “You would take me
to your bed, wouldn’t you Al baby?”
I
just smile even though inwardly I’m cringing because I know what a whore she
can be and the way she is licking her lips at me tells me what she would do
with those lips if my cock were in her mouth. I try not to shudder at that repulsive thought.
“Sure
Doll.” I say, giving a mindless wink, than I walk down the bar to help the
patrons and pray she leaves to get ready for her next number. I can’t afford
for her to question why I’m really not attracted to her and if I spent any time
with her she would figure it out. The woman is like a hawk. I glance back just
for a second to see if she’s gone when I feel my heart slam against my chest.
He’s at the bar. I try to maintain composure when he looks right at me, waving
a bill in his hand. I know he just wants a drink but I can’t help fantasizing
for just a moment that it’s me he really wants. Hey a guy can dream can’t he?
I
slowly walk over to him savoring the beauty of his face. His eyes are dark,
nearly black and match the darkness of his wavy black hair. His face and hands
are dusky brown color stemming from his Italian heritage and I wonder for a
second if he is like that all over. I nearly stumble on the floor mat when the
band suddenly begins to play, indicating Lana is about to perform.
I
clear my throat afraid my voice will squeak, “Yes sir what can I get you
tonight?”
He
gives me a half smile and I realize he has dimples that make his face even more
splendid. I didn’t think that was possible.
“Bottle
of Dom sent over to Mr. Marciano’s table.”
“Yes
sir right away.” I start to take the hundred dollar bill out of his hand before
I turn to get his order but he grabs my hand instead of giving me the money and
holds it tight. I feel afraid for only a second because the grip is strong but
not painful. I look up at him because he’s a good three or four inches taller
than me and I nearly swallow my tongue with the way he is looking at me. His
eyes nearly glow with lust, his cheeks are flushed his nostrils flare as if he
wants to devour me. I’m seconds away from jumping over the bar to get to him
when to my surprise Lana walks back up to the bar. She should be on the stage
already.
She leans her massive
chest against his arm, than runs her finger nails down his cheek before she
bites down on his earlobe.
“I
know you want me lover, you don’t have to act all big man in front of me like
you do for Mad Max.” She whispers something in his ear, and his face is like
stone as he stares straight ahead. “I’ll be waiting for ya after the show”, she
all but purrs. She licks his ear and I see a tremble pass through him like a
jolt of electricity, and I realize what a fool I was earlier to think he wanted
me like I want him.
He shakes his head
then nods at me to leave. I quickly go to the back to get his bottle and take a
few thousand fortifying breaths before I go back out there.
**~*~**
I
don’t know his name, but I want to. I’ve seen him around but never really noticed him until tonight. He is the
most gorgeous man I have ever laid eyes on. His dark auburn hair and bright
blue eyes radiate goodness within. I consider myself a good judge of character
and this man who has ensnared me tonight is too good for the likes of me. I
could never taint him with the ugliness that is my life. Not to mention Max
would shoot me on the spot if he knew what I was thinking about regarding the
sexy bartender. He knows my preference for men, but says I should keep it
behind doors as he has a reputation he doesn’t want tainted for my unusual
tastes.
That
tramp, Lana ruined everything for me when I was this close to getting what I
want; his name. I turn to look back at my table and cringe when I see Max with his
hands all over some dame who no doubt wants to be his moll du jour. I wonder
what his wife Sophia would think if she could see him. His very presence
repulses me. But I have no choice I have to see the job through. It wasn’t easy
working my way through the ranks to become his second in command, and no way
can I blow it now. I take a deep breath when the kid returns with my bottle.
His face looks flushed as if he’s upset. Before I can stop myself I ask him the
question that’s been on my mind since I walked in the door.
“What’s
your name kid?”
I
hand him the money this time keeping my hand off his. He grabs it a little
harder than necessary and his eyes go wide when I give him a look of disbelief.
“Sorry
sir, uh my name is uh Al” he practically stutters. I wonder what’s got him so
upset.
“Al,”
I say back, “nice name is it short for something?”
“Aloysius”
I can’t help but laugh at the sour look on his face.
“I
can see why you go by Al” he laughs at me then blows a breath up into his short
hair.
“How
long you been working here? I ain’t seen ya around before.” I continue, total
lie I know but I can’t let him know I’ve been watching him. All I want to do is
stand here all night and just watch him up close and personal like.
He
gives me a shy smile. “Oh I started here last week I used to work over at the
Big Cat Club across town.
“Yeah
I know the place, rough crowd.” I smile back because I can’t help myself. He is
so damned cute.
The
red of his hair reflects off the bar lights illuminating him in almost heavenly
glow and it hits me like a ton of bricks. I need to get the hell away from him.
As if he read my thoughts Max yells out my name.
“See
ya round kid.” I say with a note of dispair to my voice. He is definitely too
good for me. Without saying more I grab the bottle and head back to the table
and the gangsters who have become my life. I turn to look at him one more time
and the look on his face almost has me going back to him, but it is too late for
me, I’m in too deep now and have no room for anyone like him in my life. I hand
the bottle to Max and take my seat next to him, full of so much regret.
**~*~**
The
bar closed at two a.m. and now I’m cleaning the glasses and the top of the bar.
It’s been a very long night, mostly spent overtly watching the man who never
gave me his real name. Shortly after her number was over Lana made herself real
cozy on his lap. The group only stayed about another hour. I watched him leave
hoping he might stop and talk to me again but he never even looked my way, as
he wrapped Lana’s coat around her shoulders then headed out the door with the
others. He made it pretty obvious they were together.
It’s
really cold out tonight and some of the establishments in the area have left
their Christmas lights on. It’s kinda peaceful as I walk down the street to my
crappy apartment. At least it will be warm inside. The snow begins falling when
I’m about two blocks from where I live. Not a soul is out on the streets. I
wrap the scarf around my freezing ears when I hear the rumble of what is
probably a Model T from somewhere behind me. It’s not smart to stop when a car
rumbles up behind you on the street, especially when you’re the only one there.
I try walking quicker when I hear the engine right next to me. I take quick
stock of my surroundings and wonder how fast I can get away when the car
suddenly stops and I hear the door slam.
I’m grabbed from
behind and try not to scream.
“Hey Al it’s me.” I
recognize the voice immediately and blow out a sigh of relief in a puff of white
smoke from the freezing temperatures.
I turn to look into
the face of my dream man.
“Hey
I didn’t mean to startle you” he says and his voice flows through my body like
a warm fire. He’s a lot closer than I realized, I can smell the cologne he’s
wearing.
He
grabs the lapel of my jacket and yanks me closer still. “Get in the car now!”
He demands and I follow him like one of Lana’s puppy dog men.
Once
inside the car he leans over to me and grabs my face roughly in his gloved
hands. At first I’m so shocked that my mouth drops open and suddenly he is on
me, devouring my lips and tongue like a dying man and I’m his salvation. My
tongue meets his in a mind-blowing kiss that stops as suddenly as it started.
He pulls away then grabs the steering wheel in a death grip and for a moment I
fear he might throw me out of the car or worse. He pulls away from the curb
instead and all I can do is stare at his profile as we drive through the
falling snow. The sound of our collective breathing the only sound I can hear
in the car.
I’m
trying to remain calm as I drive the snow laden streets to my penthouse. I’m at
a loss what to do now that I’ve kissed him. And what an amazing kiss it was
too. Any lingering doubts I had earlier about the man liking other men are long
gone. I know he wants me as much as I want him and I’m left feeling like a
school age boy with a hard dick and no common sense.
I
know I make him nervous I have that effect on a lot of people which works well
in my job but not so much in relationships. Not that he and I could ever have a
real one. Men do not live with other men. It’s an abomination to the world as
well as to the organized crime life I’m currently in, which I find rather
hypocritical. It’s okay to kill a man but not to fuck him? Even Max who looks
the other way still gives me a look of repulsion from time to time. He ties his
women up and does unspeakable things to them, yet I’m the one who has no
morals.
“What’s
your name?” I’m suddenly jolted out of my musings by a low, slightly shaky
voice.
I
turn towards him and my breath catches at his beautiful face. A face that has
no doubt seen too much for someone so young and I find myself wanting to
protect him from all the evil in the world, which is laughable considering I’m
a part of the evil.
What
is my name I ask myself? I have been so many different people in my life that
I’m not sure how to answer him. The truth maybe? What could it hurt we can only
have tonight anyway. On second thought my real name is unlike any he would have
heard before.
“It’s
Marco” I decide to play it safe and use the name I have right now, less chance
for confusion later. Not that I’ll allow him to remember me. For his own safety
it will be better to part as strangers but for now I just want to hold on to a
little bit of sanity in a world gone mad. There is a war brewing and I don’t
want him caught in it.
“It’s
nice to meet you Marco.” He says. I smile at him and I can see his body finally
relax.
A
few minutes later we pull up to the Plaza, the doorman opens our doors and
greets me by name.
“Merry
Christmas Mr. Romoloni” He tips his hat then opens the front door.
“Same
to you Niles.” I hand him a twenty for no other reason than its very early
Christmas morning and freezing outside. It also helps him ‘forget’ who he saw
me enter with. The man is very efficient and extremely discreet.
“You
have a good holiday gentlemen” he says as I lead Al through the lobby. The
elevator seems to take forever to reach my suite and I’m a bundle of nerves for
some odd reason. This isn’t my first time to do this and yet it feels strangely
like it might be my last.
**~*~**
After
the kiss in the car I know what’s about to happen and I’m scared out of my
mind. This man Marco is dangerous and sophisticated all rolled into one hot
package. When the elevator opens he pushes me in front of him nearly shoving me
to his door. I barely make it inside after he opens the door when I am
literally mauled where I stand. I have never been with someone whose passion is
all consuming like his. I feel as if I might internally bust apart I’m so hot
and hard. He grabs my face and kisses me even more devouring then in the car.
He grabs at my clothes showing no finesse but with an almost animalistic need.
I return the favor by yanking his overcoat off. Next I grab for his belt and
begin undoing his pants, grabbing his massive cock in my hand causing him to
growl into my mouth but never breaking the kiss. I finally push him away then
quickly drop to the ground before he can protest and take him into my mouth.
His moans and use of my name are like an aphrodisiac to me. He grabs a fistful
of my hair and yanks my head back and I whimper at the loss. He pulls me up to
him and places a hard kiss on my mouth then drags me to his bedroom. He shoves
me on to the bed. I had no idea I liked being manhandled this much.
“Get
undressed now!” he shouts and I find I like this dominance in the bed. Usually
I am the aggressive one. Before I know it he is gloriously naked and on top of
me. We kiss for a few minutes then I feel his wet fingers slide over my ass,
breaching the most intimate part of my body and
I can’t hold back the sounds of ecstasy that leave my mouth. He kisses
me slower this time his fingers never leaving me, than he stops the kiss and
flips me over, entering my body in a slamming motion. I tremble at the pain it
causes and he stops but doesn’t withdraw. He leans over my back and licks my
ear.
“I
shouldn’t have done that but I want you so goddamn much!” I knew the feeling. I
turn my head so I can kiss him, then I pull back and tell him to move. He
chuckles then begins drilling my ass and I am in heaven. He is certainly a
force to be reckoned with.
The
sun is drifting in through the windows. I turn over in my warm bed and see the
man I fucked hard all night lying there with such a look of sheer pleasure on
his face and I am hard again. I begin kissing his shoulder and moving towards
his spine because I can’t seem to keep my hands off of him.
“Merry
Christmas” he says in that sleepy voice that is sexy as hell.
“Well
isn’t this just cozy and sugary sweet.”
“What
the?” I manage to get out as I jump off of him and sit up. Al does the same and
we both sit for long seconds staring at the gun toting woman in my bedroom.
“How
the hell did you get in here Lana?” I shout. I have several locks on my door
and a guard in place out in the hall. Come to think of it Bull wasn’t there
last night when we got here but I was so caught up in my lust I didn’t notice.
As if reading my mind Lana speaks.
“Such
a pity to waste a powerful bonehead man like Bull. But a girl’s gotta do what a
girl’s gotta do.”
“Cut
the crap Lana and put the gun down. You’re not stupid enough to kill anybody,
especially me.”
“Ha,
so says you! You’re such a stupid man thinking you can change fate.”
I
frown at her for a moment, “what are you talking about?”
“This,
what you’re doing here with him” she points the gun in Al’s direction and I
quickly lean in front of him to block him from this psycho woman.
“Touching
really, Marco, but unnecessary. He has to die, same as before and the time
before that. It doesn’t matter how many times you try to change the past it
will always end the same. Just like in the future.” Before I can ask the crazy
woman what she’s talking about she points the gun right at us and pulls the
trigger. I scream out and grab for Al who is now covered in blood. I pull him
to me and tell him to hold on that I’ve got him. He gives me a week smile as I
lay him down then I jump from the bed to kill the woman who shot him.
“You
crazy bitch!” I lunge for her as she blows me a kiss.
“See
you next time” then she just disappears into thin air.
“Marco!”
Al shouts out in a strangled voice. I run back to the bed and touch his face.
He smiles as the life fades from his eyes.
“It
was worth it you and me?”
I
touch his cheeks, “of course it was. You hold on I’ll get help.”
“No
time” he coughs and blood comes out of his mouth and I begin to panic.
“Better
luck next time, eh? I will love you into the next world.” he makes no sense
what he says before he closes his eyes and death takes him. I hold on to him
and scream out.
**~*~**
Will
bolted up out of his bed, sweat dripping down his face and back. He looks
around his bedroom and everything seems normal. That was without a doubt the
weirdest dream he had ever had.
“You’re
up. I was just getting us some coffee.
He
turns around to see Aleron standing at the door two steaming mugs in his hands,
no clothes on his body. “Merry Christmas”
He
must read something on Will’s face because he quickly puts the mugs down and
goes to him.
“You’re
trembling love, what’s wrong?” He leads him back to the bed and lays down next
to him on his side.
“You
look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
Will
turns to face the man who has only been in his life for a few weeks but who he
feels like he has known forever.
“I
had a dream and in it we were in Chicago like 1925, Chicago. You were this
bartender and I was a mob boss, and this crazy woman killed you, while we were
in bed like this on Christmas morning.” Aleron’s face went ashen.
“I
told you Aleron, the two of you can never be together.”
Will
and Aleron both turned to stare at Tiffany standing at the foot of their bed, a
gun aimed at them.
“Like
hell you get him this time!” Aleron shouts….
To
be continued……
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