The Tangled Web (closed)

[Sinful_whispers]

(Closed for myself and Jon-Rico)

Prohibition was in full swing. Liquor other than “medicinal” whiskey and sacramental wine was illegal. Federal enforcers prowled the landscape, busting drinkers, raiding speakeasies, and sledge-hammering stills. Bootleggers tried to stay one step ahead of the lawdogs, determined to keep a thirsty nation happy. Gangsters operated at will, their pockets full of cops, politicians, and wads of cash. Jazz was the hot sound, the nation jumped to the sonic creations of Jelly Roll Morton, King Oliver and a young Louis Armstrong many making their sounds known in gangster owned speakeasies fronted by sexy strong willed wild women.

The law just passed given women the right to vote, many that were once church going table mannered females were changed into what were known as ‘flappers’. Those were grown women that you could spot easily with the short skirts, sequined dresses and bobbed hair. They dared to smoke cigarettes, drink cocktails, powdered their knees paint their lips bright red. They knew all the dances; they hung out in all the speakeasies and nightclubs dancing the Tango, the Black bottom and the biggest dance craze of all the Charleston. These women knew all the passwords to the speakeasies, they stayed out till dawn and exceeded the speed limits, and they partied and drank like the boys and never thought twice about doing it.

One of the most famous women among the underground was Kitty Montana. She'd been an actress in silent-films, a bare-back circus rider, and a singer in vaudeville before fronting speakeasies for the mob. Her clubs were raided and ‘padlocked’ by the police so often that she wore a tiny set of handcuffs on a chain around her neck that had been made for her as a gift. Born and raised as a southern belle, she loved the attention, fame and fortune. Once dark-haired turned peroxide platinum blonde to fit into her new lifestyle in her newly fronted club in Harlem called the Cotton Gin, she was out to seek her fame once again which came easy to her.

The infamous Cotton Gin, an upscale speakeasy was her newest lifeline she was set up in. During raids the bartenders could press a button to trigger a system of levers which flipped over the entire bar shelves, sending the bottles through a chute to crash on the ground. It was the busiest speakeasy in the area during Prohibition, and became a popular hangout for the gangster types, mainly because they owned it. It had the best floor shows, the most beautiful of ladies, and it had Kitty Montana most of all.

When Kitty entered a room, conversation stopped as every head turned her direction. She was devastatingly beautiful, an erotic apparition in a blond bob. Her heavy-lidded gaze, half-hidden behind a thin plume of smoke drifting up from a long cigarette holder, studied everything in detail. Her pale legs, displayed to perfection beneath a short frilled skirt, caused men to bump into things and spill their drinks. They fell about themselves, each wanting to be the fist to bring this angel another cocktail. None of which brought joy to the wives in the room. They were more likely to entertain violent fantasies, born of dark green jealousy. Men found Kitty ravishing and mysterious, women thought her wanton, shallow, and annoyingly unintelligent.

So it isn’t surprising that Kitty preferred the company of a certain kind of men, and men in general. She was fully aware of her effect on them, and she enjoyed it. She also thought too many of the women she encountered lacked any facility at all for interesting conversation twittering gossip bored her to death and too few of them could keep Kitty’s pace, drinking and dancing until well past sunrise day in and day out and still keep the crowd entertained and wanting more. She would awaken, take a cold shower and start drinking a pitcher of vodka and lemonade missed by eleven AM and continue till the early evening and then she would take a short nap, awaken and join the nightlife of her club till the next time the sun would rise; this would be her routine day in and day out.

When the great crash of the stock market took lace and prohibition took effect Kitty was down on her luck, being used to the limelight and an audience she found herself in need of money and company. An infamous gangster had his eye upon her, and offered her not only male companionship but everything else that went with it, namely a job where she could entertain, get the attention she was used to and party till the break of dawn. She couldn’t stay true to one man, she had many that she dated and was seen with, none were regular men off the street they were all famous for one thing or another which neither of them minded but one Antonio ‘machine Gun’ Morella. He was a well known gangster, when he spoke others listened.

Antonio had been using Kitty to front his places for about a year now; she knew more than most women did as far as how things worked from gambling to bootlegging to the numbers racket. The past week had been a good one profit wise; everything was calmer than normal which was eerie. But it didn’t stop business, if anything it blew the numbers on the books. They always say its calm before the storm and that was it, the storm was about to hit.

Kitty was up on the small stage singing while the band behind her played, Sonny was at the door sitting there letting those in that knew the password to gain entrance. Antonio was in the back room at the tables when there was a sudden loud sound and then the sound of machine guns going off, bullets flying everywhere, the glass chandeliers were falling to the ground in a crash, glass everywhere just like the blood splatter. The band took cover as did kitty, hiding behind anything they could use as a shield hoping to not get hit by the bullet spray. There were bodies slumping over left and right as kitty peeked out behind a corner table that was pushed over for her by a band member that she used for cover. She saw Salvador Bonatelli and four or five of his men in their dark black and white pinstriped suits wearing fedoras and wingtips Italian shoes. Sal looked at Kitty as he turned and walked out the door, making eye contact for a few moments, then he left.

Suddenly there was silence, dead silence infact. Nobody moved as they listened to the sound of tires squeal upon the asphalt. A few minutes had passed by when people began to come out from hiding, standing and making sure they were not hit by the bullet spray, seeing who was hit and who, dead as well as alive. Kitty crawled out from the table and stood up feeling her knees shaking under her as she flipped over a chair and settled upon it trying to take what had happened in. She moved slowly around those living as well as those dead. There were men and women slumped over their tables and chairs, some laying on the floor in puddles of blood, Kitty made her way to the back room and looked around the gambling area seeing if they took the fire or if anyone made their way back there.

As she came upon the entrance to the gambling area, she could see deep dark shadows lying over the tables, she searched for a light and flicked it on, and there was Antonio and four others slumped over the table, in their own pools of blood. The cards and chips were spread around the table as well as on the floor, she knew then that this was turning into a bloodbath between the families. Kitty knew now she was marked, she was an eye witness that could place Sal and his men at the scene; she could finger them and send them to prison. She wiped the tears from her eyes and grabbed the pile of cash on the table they were playing at and stuffed it in her garter the opposite one she kept her silver flask in filled with hooch.

People were hurrying to get out of the Cotton club, she was among them, she knew she was marked and in danger. She quickly cleared out the register and quickly grabbed any cash in sight she could find on her way out the back door of the place. She hated stealing from those dead but she knew this was the start of a feud and she didn’t want any part in it. She grabbed a bottle of gin and Antonio’s keys and out the door she went. She stumbled down and quickly got up, and slide in the driver’s seat of his armor plated car and sped as fast as she could to her home. Kitty quickly packed a bag with her most valuable possessions and hit the rode in the darkness of the night.

Once loaded with booze now sober as she pulled over and leaned over the steering wheel of the car, crying, as she couldn’t believe what her life had turned to now. She grabbed the flask from her garter and unscrewed the top, drinking it down till it was empty and then was about tocontinued on her no destination journey, looking back in the rearview mirror as she couldn't see headlights in the darkness as she was about to pull out.

 

[jon_rico]

The air in Harlem was cool the streets were quiet outside of the speakeasy. It had just rained so the ground was a little wet but the air was fresh. Mr. Bonatelli's driver parked the car in the alley behind the Cotton Gin. The door was very visible from their location. A snitch had given us the password so we could eliminate some of Mr. Bonatelli's competition. Bootlegging was cheap but with all of these other speakeasy's opening up the price of whiskey and beer went up. That upset Mr. Bonatelli and when he gets upset unfortunately for the competition they have to go willingly or unwillingly. This particular speakeasy had it all cheap booze, a steady and lively band, lots of customers throwing money away, and most of all the Cotton Gin had Kitty Montana. It was owned by a Antonio Morella who for years had been a thorn in our side.


The drivers passenger door opened up and steps out Silvio "stone cold" Cordone. "Sil" has he had been called since he was kid growing up in Brooklyn was a deadly marksmen with his two Colt .45 revolvers and his accuracy with a Thompson was well known throughout the city. Most of the street smart people know to stay clear of this man. He was Mr. Bonatelli's most trusted wise guy. Sil was a very active man during the day he would always go to the gym and spar in the boxing ring for 4 rounds then spend 30 minuets jumping rope followed by 30 minuets of jogging. He was quiet unless you made him angry or you happen to be a beautiful women.

Sil was a very well built man his years of training in the gym had really paid off for him. At 26 years old he had made quiet a living but still he was not a family man. He stood 6 foot 1 inch tall and had black slicked back hair. He is always clean shavened and always looks at his best. His greenish hazel eyes drove the ladies wild when he was allowed to indulge in the illegal affairs of the underground. He gained his nickname due to his "Stone Cold" facial expression when he killed and his way of dealing with situations.

Has he stood in the street he took one last drag off his cigerette and flicked it onto the ground. Four of my other associates got out of the car and went to the trunk of the car and began handing out our weapons. I always waited for everyone else to finish before I grabbed my gun people these days cannot be trusted. Mr. Bonatelli at last stepped out and walked to the back of the car just has I loaded my gun.


The plan for the night was to scratch Antonio Morella and his men near him. Anyone who got in the way was to be killed. There will be a diversion where two of the other men spray the crowd and the band with bullets. One will watch the door once we are in and another will cover myself and Mr. Bonatelli. My task was to kill Morella and his lackies where they stand. It was a Friday night so plenty of people will be there. Speed and accuracy will get us out just fine. Suddenly I remembered Friday night Kitty Montana always sang at the Cotton gin.


Sil had only tipped his hat to the woman. She probably does not even know who he is. She was always with the bosses or the baby faces who put up a big front and were lucky they had cash to somewhat back them up. He was lucky to see her perform once or twice but he was often in the back of the venue near the bar or the door just in case. The blonde bombshell had a knack for being with the wrong group he thought to himself. The orders were to leave her out of this. She is just a "skirt that can sing" is what Mr. Bonatelli told the group. Sil put on a front but somehow that comment bothered him. Besides Mr. Bonatelli had other plans for her is what he was told.

The group made their way to the door I was in the middle of group. One of the associates knocked on the door a slide opened up and asked for the password. He gave the password then the door opened. Once the door opened the smell of alcohol and tobacco filled the air. The tune of the music could be heard. I was calm and collected done this once done it a thousand times I told myself. I look at the door man and with the hilt of my thompson strike him square in the nose.

Suddenly it began the two other men began firing into the crowd and at the stage. The sound of screams of terror filled the venue broken glasses and bottles erupted everywhere. While this was happening I ran to the gambling room kicked open the door and began killing everyone I saw. With a emotionless face I began opening fire at anyone in the way. I saw Morella go down followed moments later by his crew. I hit the lights and run down to the exit the firing had stopped. Mr. Bonatelli had stopped for a moment and was looking at something I grabbed his arm and we bolted out the door to the car and took off like a bat out of hell.


Once in the car Mr. Bonatelli pointed out he had been seen by someone. At first he would not say who it was. But finally he said Kitty Montana did survive and she saw him directly. Relief went through Sil's body he was somewhat glad she did not get hurt until he was told by Mr. Bonatelli he would be going alone to whack Kitty Montana. It's simple I am to wait in a car near her home once she gets her belongings I follow her. Get in her car and take her to a safe house that we own and then end her life. Throw the body into a river burn her belongings and she is gone.


He did not like the idea but it was either her death or his own for disobeying. He was dropped off at his home he picked up his Imperial and drove a couple of blocks away from her house. He could see a familiar car it was Morella's moments later Kitty Montana came running out with the house with some luggage. She looked magnificant her hair was flowing just a bit she put her luggage in and drove off. He waited then tailed her she stopped at a light for a moment. Then took off he in unison waited a few then took off. He saw a perfect spot to park his car and parked on a side street there was a bit of traffic in front of hers so it wouldn't be difficult to gain the advantage of surprise.

He slowly walked up to the car in her blind spot and in one swift motion punched the passenger side window crashing it in. He opened the door and sat down and pulled out one of his 45.'s. He could immediately see the fear in her eyes. She was even more stunning than he remembered. He gave her a once over stopping for a second at her legs. How could he do this to someone has beautiful has this? He thought to himself. He shook that thought out of his head and said to her.

"Ms. Montana, follow my directions and you wont die here." he said

He instructed her where to drive. Instead of a safe house they went to a High Class hotel. The vallet began to walk up to the car.

"If you try anything stupid you and anyone in our area will die. I don't think you wanna be responsible for that do ya?" he said coldly.

"Hey little Louie." Said Sil to the vallet.

"You didn't see us or know where we are. Do you understand?" said Sil to the vallet has he handed him a twenty dollar bill.

Sil waited for Kitty to get out then grabbed her bag and they walked to the elevator. It was there and waiting for them they traveled to the 23rd floor and got off. Sil nodded to the elevator clerk and slipped him a twenty. Sil escorted Kitty Montana to the room gave her the key and told her to open it. Thousands of thoughts moved through Sil's head. What was he doing? He thought to himself. They both walked in and he turned the lights on locked the door from the inside and latched the dead bolt. Sil then made his way to the bar has Kitty Montana took a seat on a chair close by.

"What will it be Ms. Montana?" he said.

 

[Sinful_whispers]

Kitty Montana felt the alcohol hitting her hard as she wiped away the tears that ran down her cheeks, she would have seen him maybe if she looked twice and wasn’t feeling like shit to begin with in more ways than one. The sudden sound of her driver’s side window being smashed, the feeling of glass hitting her face, as well as the rest of her scared her as she tried to lean to her right as she heard the door latch click and the car door open. She looked to the man standing there peering into the car at her as she was speechless, this was it she thought, she screamed out but nothing came out as she looked down the barrel of the 45 that was pointed at her.

Kitty watched as he eyed her up, he looked within her eyes deep and hard, then she watched as his eyes dropped slowly and fell along her breasts, her stomach and then along her long toned legs, as she swallowed hard, knowing why he was there, she knew that she was going to meet Antonio now, there was no way around it, her ticket had been punched.

She began to breath heavier as she watched his eyes look back into her own, she wasn’t sure if she should close her eyes or just watch it happen, her heart was beating a mile a minute she could feel it pounding hard all the way up into her throat, as she knew it was senseless to even try and muster a word from her lips, nothing would even make sense. Kitty wished she would have been hit in the club like Antonio and the rest, quick and hardly any pain.

‘Ms. Montana, follow my directions and you won’t die here.’ He said to her in a low toned voice yet she could hear the forcefulness behind it as she nodded her head ‘yes’ to him. He helped her from the car, careful of the glass as so many thoughts filled her mind, as she moved out and stood up stretching her legs out and then pulling herself out with his help as she stood there before him.

She could see the blood splatter upon her silver sequenced dress, the deep dark red blood splatter of one or more people who had been killed within an hour ago right before her eyes. She waited for him to tell her to walk before the car and kneel down with her hands behind her back and her long slender fingers laced, shot execution style which was normally a mob style killing and some message sent to others.

Instead he told her to walk to his car, and get in the driver’s seat as she reached in and grabbed her luggage. He locked the door and closed it as he walked around to the other side and got in aside her, and placed the gun back at her, she could feel it poking in her side. She tried to get herself together knowing she would be driving somewhere, but did it really matter if she wrecked the car she thought she was dead anyways.

More thoughts ran through her head of ways she could kill them both but with her luck she’d probably live and so would he and they would go back through this same scenario again, but next time she’s probably be tortured and left to die a slow death. Kitty knew how it worked, she knew the ways they killed people, she knew too much for her own good.

He put the keys in the ignition and turned it for her; the motor of the cordon purred like a kitten immediately as he placed it in drive for her and flicked the lights on and began to give her directions where to drive to. They drove for quite a bit, he took her westward on back roads she never even knew existed till now, trying to remember which way they were going. She saw lights ahead of her, as she told her to take a right as she turned onto another road to a high class hotel front. She stopped the car as directed and figured this was it, she would meet Mr. Bonatelli in a room where he’d do her in himself after he used her like a cheap whore while his men all sat in another room and listened to her and him.

‘If you try anything stupid you and anyone in our area will die. I don't think you wanna be responsible for that do ya?’

Kitty shook her head ‘no’, “no there was enough killing tonight for one night,” she said in a shaky soft voice. She watched as he tucked the gun away under his coat, as the valet came to the driver’s side door as Sil reached over and unlocked it for him, letting the man do his job as he opened to car door for Kitty. Kitty waited for the Sil to walk around and help her out instead of the valet, as he stood there close to her as she got out and then he grabbed her bag which surprised her that he didn’t make her carry it herself.

“Sir I dun sees nothing, you have my word” the valet said as he tucked the twenty into his vest pocket and slipped behind the wheel of the car.

It seemed he knew all about Sil, in which ways, Kitty wasn’t sure. He escorted her right past the front desk, Kitty looked around a bit almost tripping over her own two feet, she’d never been to this hotel before as she looked around for a name, but by the time she saw anything she was being ushered quickly into the elevator where they stood in silence as she looked at the elevator clerk as she took his seat upon the stool, checking her out then caste his eyes at the numbers above the doors. Her knees were wobbly, she felt them wanting to give out from under her as the elevator seemed to take forever as she watched the hand on the half circle shaped floor indicator go upwards to the highest number and then felt the elevator stop at floor twenty-three.

The clerk stood up as the doors opened and extended his arm to allow them out while he held the door making sure it didn’t close as they exited the elevator. She looked back and watched as money was passed between them, another one bought off by the mob, another one in their pockets, everyone had a price she thought, she’d never met anyone that didn’t including her own self and now she was paying dearly for it.

He handed her the key as he pulled it from her pocket and expected her to open the door which she did, he escorted her into the dimly lit room as she stood there about ten feet inwards and heard him search for the light upon the wall. He flicked it on and placed her luggage down on the floor as she scanned the room, she dropped her hands to her sides as she felt the handle of steel against her fingertips through her shirt dress. Quickly she pulled her hand back not wanting to draw attention to herself or it, she had forgotten she stuck it there and just out of instinct reached for her silver flask then remembered she had tossed it on the seat of the car as she sucked it dry of every last drop moments before he smashed her window.

She heard him close the door, lock the door and then bolt it behind him as she sat down upon the chair watching him as he went directly to the bar and poured himself a drink. She looked around some more, wondering where the rest were, how long was she going to sit, feeling her heart race within her chest feeling as if it were going to leap from her throat. She was tired, to tired to even care what happened to her she thought, maybe if she begged and pleaded they would kill her in her sleep.

‘What will it be Ms. Montana?’

Kitty looked to him, he was offering the prisoner that was about to be executed her last drink, she thought, what a gentleman he was. She could use a bottle of gin fully knowing that would put her out of her misery fast. “Gin please.” She said as she cast her eyes around, letting her hand fall upon her thigh as her fingertips rubbed the handle of steel. Knowing she could chance it, knowing he would pull his gun out quicker than she could probably yank her from her garter, aim and fire.

It was the first time she got a really good look at him, they had been in the darkness all the way from the time he smashed her window till they drove up to the hotel where things moved fast so she couldn’t really think, and Kitty now was fully able to look at him. He was Silvio Cordone, he was a Bonatelli’s right hand man and he had a reputation everywhere he went. Her eyes looked him over; he was handsome, from his slicked back dark hair right down to his feet. He was built; she could see why he was chosen to stand next to Bonatelli. Anyone that would have met up within him in an alley way would have shit their pants in a heartbeat looking at him.

The room was decorated with mahogany furnishings and the colors were light around the room, it had elegance to it as she looked around more as he poured her a drink. She finally mustered up enough courage to speak even though her words were soft and choppy, “You were sent by Bonatelli and now we are waiting him so he can kill me right?” She sat back and took the drink offered by him with her left hand as she rubbed the handle of steel one more time, wondering if she could actually kill him as she waited him to answer her.

She quickly curled her fingers around the glass and placed it to her lips tilting her head back as she drank most of the gin down at once leaving very little in the glass as she licked her lips. Kitty knew she couldn’t do it she didn’t have the guts or enough alcohol in her system yet to even attempt it as she looked into his eyes crossing her long legs letting her heel dangle from her stocking clad toes.

 

[jon_rico]

"Gin please." she said to him. Even now the sound of her voice sent a chill down his back. He poured the drinks and noticed her fidgeting around a bit. He smiled to himself and thought I like her style. That notion was quickly wisked away she is suppose to be sleeping with the fish right now. He walked over to her and handed her the drink. He could see the fear in her eyes he noticed her trembling a bit. Even now he is not certain on what he is even doing there in the hotel room there was something about this particular dame that drove him insane.

He sat down in a chair directly across from her he sat down and took a sip from his glass. His eyes focused on her legs has see crossed them and then she asked. “You were sent by Bonatelli and now we are waiting him so he can kill me right?”. He laughed for moment and got up and walked over to her and
he placed his hands on the chair's arms keeping his eyes locked with hers and said.

"Ms. Montana do you really think you would still be alive right now if Mr. Bonatelli wanted you dead? Ms. Montana you know better than that." he said trying to through off her train of thought.

Sil for the first time in his life was trying to hide his feelings. Why couldn't he have just whacked her in the street like anyone else? Why is he even sharing a drink with this dame? What is it about her that wont let him do his job that he has done for years without question? He buried those thoughts with a big drink of his gin. He stood up for a moment unbuttoned his coat and placed it down on the chair. He walked around with his 2 .45s holstered and in plain view has he tried to think of something to do.


Sil knew that if he didn't carry out this assignment he would be has good has dead. He could also just bring her to Mr. Bonatelli but the thought of her being used by him made Sil sick. Sil knew if she were to work for this particular organization she would still be used and exploited in more ways than one. Is that what she wanted for her life? Being escorted by bosses that are all talk and the only action comes from the guys like me. The only thing worse are those pretty boys that talk a lot and only have money but no back bone to do things themselves that she seemed to prefer.


He walked over to her took her glass and went over to the bar and made another round for the both of them without even asking her. Has he walked back towards her he gave her another scan up and down.

"So Ms. Montana do you plan on doing anything with that?" he said pointing to the area where her concealed revolver was hiding.


He was hoping she would say something to hit a nerve to give him a reason to carry out his assignment. He hoped that she went to pull that gun and tried something out of desperation so he could end this situation. That would be the only way he could pull the trigger on her.

"If not then go and get some sleep so you can look your best for the goombas you seem to flock to. I don't understand how someone who is so beautiful and so smart when it comes to way things work in this city could associate herself with such low lifes as Morella or even the other scum you have been seen associating with. Then again I am talking to a "skirt that can sing.". Go get some sleep tomorrow we go and see Mr. Bonatelli he can decide what he wants to do with you." said Sil trying to instigate a confrontation.


Sil took a seat on a bar stool that faced the direction of Kitty and the door. It was going to be a long night and once she was asleep he would call in and let Mr. Bonatelli know that he would be bringing her in. That should buy him some time to think of something to do.


The thought of letting her go suddenly crossed his mind. He didn't know her however she would go straight to the cops and all of us would get pinched. Sil knew if that happened he would not survive in prison if that happened. He refused to get pinched only fools and those that want to get caught end up in prison. Its not like she has any interest in me anyways as far as I know I am just her executioner to her. I didn't exsist to her until an hour ago what do I care what happens to some skirt anyway. Sil was trying hard to give himself some reassurance.


Had he gone soft? He seemed to be falling for someone he not until tonight had ever spoken to. He had been with some of the most beautiful women in New York and Chicago but this one was unique. He drowned those thoughts with another gulp of gin and placed the glass on the bar.

 

[Sinful_whispers]

Her hands were shaky as she drank the last bit of gin in the glass, she watched him take the seat across from her making her even more nervous as she as well waited for the door to open and men barge in and do in her. The booze was taking its hold even more as she slumped back in the chair a bit letting her heel drop to the floor from her toes as she wiggled her toes within the stockings and looked to him as her head laid to the side resting a bit on the back of the chair.

She took a deep breath as he got up from the chair and moved to her, she lifted her head that felt like it weighed tons and her eyes met his, she looked within them as he spoke, watching the way his lips formed the words as he spoke, his voice never raised a bit yet he had that tone within it, that tone that could make one tremble. Kitty took in his scent, that manly scent of cologne that over powered the smell of alcohol upon his breath, yet it wasn’t over powering to her a bit.

‘Ms. Montana do you really think you would still be alive right now if Mr. Bonatelli wanted you dead? Ms. Montana you know better than that’ he said to her, and she knew that he was speaking the truth when he said it not only from the look within his eyes, or his facial expressions but she knew how the mob worked, all to well. His lips were so soft looking and inviting to her, but this wasn’t the time or place, that wasn’t why they were there at all yet he was like a magnet drawing her to him as she breathed out a bit exhaling slowly as her eyes stayed to his.

She watched as he moved back standing tall and erect before her as he undid his coat and placed it on the chair as he moved around, her eyes watching him, letting them run along him up and back down and up again as she lifted the glass trying to get the last few drops from it, not wanting to as for another drink, needing it yet afraid to even speak out not knowing how he’d react but he asked her a question the least she could do was respond to let him know she was paying attention.

Kitty eyed the two 45’s on him, and swallowed hard, not wanting to piss him off in any way. “I-I was the only one that saw h-him. I can mark him for the slayings of Antonio; I know I’m a marked hit now. Listen, is there anyway, I-I can maybe work for him; show him I won’t rat him out? I never ratted on Antonio, all that time I was a cover for him, and I never even skimmed the books. That’s gotta count for something right?” kitty tried to plead her case, giving him her large deep blue eyes, even though they were a bit bloodshot they were attractive with the long thick curled lashes that batted to him as she looked at him.

She walked him walk to her, he took the glass from her hand in an easy manner not yanking it, as she watched him refill both glasses and return hers to her, she was grateful for the drink as she took a gulp of it and then settled the glass upon the arm of the chair and looked at him, and watched him circle about them come back towards her again as she sucked down the gin and settled the glass on the table to the side of the chair. ‘So Ms. Montana do you plan on doing anything with that?’ She heard him say as his arm extended out his finger pointed to the gun hidden in her garter under her short dress.

Kitty lifted her dress up from the hem sliding it up her long legs that went from the floor to heaven easily and continued to go higher as she uncrossed her legs and exposed the gun trapped by the black elastic material. “No, I wasn’t just didn’t know when the best time was to remove it and place it on the table. I’m not that dumb of a broad to pull that off; I know I couldn’t move as fast as you. I’m not like you or Antonio; I’m not a mobster only a front that was it.” Kitty pulled the gun out slowly and handed it to him, feeling a bit relived as she did and then slid the dress back down over her thigh once again as she raised her closing eyes to his looking at him.

She listened to him speak as she rose up, letting her head clear as she felt the booze taking hold of her, holding to the arm of the chair. “You talk to me asking me what I’m doing when you’re no better, that’s calling the pot black. Hard times make people do things they normally wouldn’t. Antonio made me a deal; I needed the money to take care of myself and my mother, then to bury her. There was no other place to turn since the market crashed, singers were a dime a dozen, low paid but least they got a pay, and the gin joints were full of competition. I didn’t know once I got in, I’d never be able to get out. I was only to run the places for him, claiming them as mine to keep them on the up and up from the feds. I wasn’t able to say no, I was into him for a small amount that seemed to grow to an amount that I couldn’t ever pay off. You know how it is. There ain’t any mob family out there that doesn’t shake others down for protection.”

Kitty was in no shape to argue with him as she looked around and stumbled her way to the bed in the same room as him, walking one heeled to it as she kicked the other one off along the way. She didn’t care what he seen anymore, she didn’t care about anything really this was the last for her. Kitty tugged at the zipper upon her dress as she slid it down and then eased it off her shoulders letting it gather to her feet as it fell. She stepped from it and tossed it to the chair missing the chair as she then sat on the edge of the bed undoing her garters slowly, feeling them release the hold of the thigh hi stockings she was wearing, raising one leg as she slowly rolled one down, taking it from her toes, then the other doing the same as her leg stretched out.

She flung those to the chair watching them fall to the floor with her bad aim, and then undid the belt from her waist and slipped from it giving it a toss. Kitty never even looked to him as she reached back and undid her bra, letting the straps slip from her shoulders, as she exposed her rounded firm breasts; everything missed the chair, and just piled upon the floor. She never pulled down the bedding as she lay upon the bed facing him curled up in a ball as her eyes stayed opened watching the door, her hands under her cheek as they were between the pillow and her face.

Her yes went to him, she watched him in thought, she couldn’t but help note how handsome he was once again, watching him settle his glass on the bar as she stayed curled upon the bed wondering how she was to sleep knowing what was next to happen to her. She breathed softly as she felt a chill run through her spine, feeling her twin tips grow erect from the cold, not really caring as she laid there on the bed, her mind out of thoughts perhaps, though now and then she could hear the screams of people, hear the guns spraying bullets hitting everywhere as she squeezed her eyes closed and tried to make it go away, then re-open them to look to him.

 

[jon_rico]

Sil sat there at the bar pondering what was said that she isn't like me or Antonio. That thought soon went away when she began to lift up her dress exposing her upper thighs. As she did that he tugged at his tie to loosen it up a bit. She then gazed over into his eyes there was a brief connection that neither of them dare speak of at that moment. The tension in the room began rise slowly but surely. He took another sip of his drink to ease his nerves at that moment.


"Ms. Montana your credentials are well documented. Unfortunately it isn't for me to decide what happens to you. If it were up to me I would..." he stopped.

Sil stopped knowing he was speaking out of turn. Do not speak about business that does not concern you. This matter is supposed to be solved yet your dragging your feet he thought to himself. Maybe Mr. Bonatelli would show her some mercy the looming threat of death is always a good way of keeping people in line. None the less he couldn't stand the thought of her exploitation with another boss.

He looked into her eyes every time doing so he could feel the invitation they sent him. As she licked away some of the remnants of gin from her lips it sent a wave a heat through him. Her red full lips looked soft and welcoming to him. He shook his thoughts away has he walked to her to retrieve her gun. He then moved to the bar placing the gun near his glass.

He took a seat just has she rose to her feet bracing herself on the chair. He listened to her explain why she was with Morella. He could tell that it was her speaking not the alcohol at that point. But he still had heard that sad story all too much before through the years. It does however explain why she sought out the company she had in the past. It came as a shock that she had been used has a patsy nothing more. She after all was Kitty Montana if Brooklyn ever had a celebrity come through she was the one they came looking for.


"I can see there is no point arguing with you at this point. Well from my point of view I did you a favor. Now you don't owe Morella anything cause he is in some meat locker now. You did what you had to for your family and your own survival. Commendable Ms. Montana. It is late however now like I mentioned to you earlier go and get some sleep." he said


He watched her has she stumbled over to bed kicking off a shoe in the process. In a bold move her saw her unzip her dress and watched hit slowly hit the ground. Not taking his eyes off of her Sil reached for his glass of gin and took a sip. Her figure was divine the sight of her in her garters took his breath away. Never in a million years did he think he would be seeing one of the most untouchable women in New York undress before him.


She looked away from him has she did this evidence enough of the toll of the events of the night took on her. Next to come of were the garters and brazier followed by her stalkings. He tried his best not to laugh every time she threw a article of clothing towards the chair and it missed. She then curled up on the bed not covering herself at all just staring at the door then back at Sil. The look on her face was genuine fear she looked on the borderline of breaking down.

It would have been all to easy for Sil to take advantage of the situation. There was the women he fantasized about in the room naked on a bed. He may have been a killer but he respected women and himself enough never to take advantage of a drunk women who had been through the amount of trauma she had been through tonight.

He walked over towards the bed and pulled the covers from the opposite side of her to cover her up.Sil heard the sigh of relief come from her has the covers hit her soft skin. Her eyes never left him has he moved near her. He leaned in and brushed some of her hair out of her face and said.

"Sleep Ms. Montana I promise you nothing will happen to you tonight. You have seen and been through a lot today. Close your eyes and sleep." he whispered in her ear.


The smell of her perfume overcame him it was intoxicating. He stepped back and walked over to the bar grabbed a near empty bottle of whiskey and balanced it on the door handle. That would be his alarm if anyone tried to force their way into the room. It would give him more than enough warning to unleash hell on anyone who tried to break in. After Sil was finished with that he looked over at the bed and saw her eyes closed.


He sat down in a chair near the bed with a angle on the door so he would have the advantage just in case. He got comfortable in the chair and closed his eyes he would sleep only for a little while.

 

[Sinful_whispers]

Kitty watched him briefly as she noted he got more comfortable as his tie was now a bit loose around his neck as her eyes looked deeply to his, she heard him speak and didn’t bother to answer as her head just nodded. Kitty knew it wasn’t up to him; he wasn’t the one she needed to speak with. She got herself into a fine mess of trouble, which didn’t surprise her, as Lady Luck was never on her side.

Her eyes of deep blue grew heavy as she took one final look to him and closed them, feeling the weight being lifted from then as she fell into a deep sleep. She stirred a bit as he moved towards her, and pulled the covers upon her as she moved her hand to grasp the corner of the bedding and hug it tightly against her and felt herself once more drift into the abyss.

The day as well as the night had been a long one; her normal evening nap usually carried her into the next morning, but tonight was different, tonight she had no fire within herself, that normal ball of energy was gone the life sucked from her as the evening’s events took place. Kitty had a rough time sleeping she tossed and turned on the bed wrapping herself up within the sheets as well as the thicker bedding, feeling it around her like it was a boa squeezing the life from her as she began to dream, everything replaying back within her mind once more.

It was if she had been sitting front row at the local cinema, everything in black and white except the blood splatter upon her dress. She was watching those men in dark suits entering the place, the door being pushed open even after the password was spoken, she could see herself standing there singing and next all she heard was the shots from the machine guns, she woke up hearing her own scream and those of others, sitting up as she felt the sweat upon her naked body, hugging the bedding as she looked about in the darkness of the room, trying to grasp for a breath.

She couldn’t place where she was at first, fear and panic settling in as he felt her heart beating fast within her chest, gasping for each breath as if there were a noose around her neck as she reached up and ran her fingertips along her throat, feeling it just in case as she rubbed at the spot where a small shallow dish had formed at the base of her throat. Then everything came back to her, flooding her with images, the window being smashed, the drive, the room as she sat there in darkness thinking.

Kitty’s eyes adjusted, as she saw Sil there upon the chair, not sure if he was looking to her or not, she could have been asleep for all she knew. Her throat felt dry, her stomach rumbled as she tossed the blankets from the bed and made her way to the bar area quietly. She took a seat upon the barstool like chair and crossed her legs as she didn’t care what she grabbed to drink she just knew she needed something to calm her nerves.

Those last words he said to her ran though her mind, ‘Sleep Ms. Montana I promise you nothing will happen to you tonight. You have seen and been through a lot today. Close your eyes and sleep’ She remembered how soft his voice was, the tone has something about it, as it placed her at ease at the time. Kitty carefully walked to the door where her bag was, and grasped it, she carried it to the bed and opened it up as quietly as she could.

She slipped her hand in and felt around for her robe and pulled it out wrapping it around her and then felt around for a cigarette. She felt the long thin black piece and pulled it out then the small silver cigarette case next, as she clicked it open and took one out putting the case back as she removed the suitcase from the bed and walked back to the bar seat again and sat down. Kitty stuck the cigarette end in the end of the long black piece and placed it to her lips, she reached in her robe pocket and pulled out matches lighting it taking a long drag from the end, letting the smoke release slowly from her lungs, letting it flow from between her lips.

“If I woke you I apologize, I didn’t mean to,” Kitty said not even needing to look at Sil as she knew he was watching her. Wise guys had keen senses, they had to have them, and for him being a right-armed man to the head she knew she couldn’t make a move without him knowing. Where would she go anyway she thought? She could scream for help, but he was well known, so that wouldn’t be any good.

Kitty crossed her legs and settled back against the back of the chair and took another long hard hit off the end of the mouth piece, and held the smoke letting it out slowly once again as she crossed her legs, feeling the robe part as her legs showed from her thighs down. “Guess I better put on my Sunday best today I’d hate to disappoint Mr. B and not let him see me looking like I just rolled from bed right?” Kitty wished she had orange juice to go with the hooch she was drinking, it would have made it go down a lot smoother than what it was.

 

[jon_rico]

Sil liked the darkness there was something about being in the dark that relaxed his nerves. It had been a long day Sil was use to the images of death. Emotionally he just wanted the day to end and another start. The weight of his eyes got to heavy to fight any longer. He slowly closed them and began to sleep. His arms crossed rested on his chest his head leaned back on the chair for support.

Lucky for him he was a light sleeper by nature. His profession called for it as well. Nerves of steel, sleep was a luxury to him there was always work to be done. He didn't complain though it kept him busy and out of the bread lines and soup kitchens. Surviving by any means necessary was taught to him when he was a kid working as a clerk for Johnny Bonatelli Sal's father. He didn't feel sorry for all of the "forgotten men" out on the streets. If they wanted something bad enough they knew what they had to do to earn a keep nowadays.

Thats why he had some sympathy for Kitty she did what she had to do to keep alive. It wasn't for greed it was for family. She spoke the truth about once your in your in forever. Sil is virtually stuck as well he hasn't known anything else accept his work for the family. He doesn't regret anything though he could be leading the suckers life at some port smelling like fish all day.

Sil raised his eyes to the sound of her moving on the floor. He could see the sillouette of her naked body move through the darkness. He kept still not moving at all just in case. She took a drink of what looked like vodka and walked to her luggage. Has she put the robe and and grabbed a cigerette he opened his eyes fully. She was now at the bar again taking a drag from the cig.“If I woke you I apologize, I didn’t mean to.” she said to him.


"It happens it was almost time to get up anyways." he replied back. He stood up and streched his arms and let out a small yawn. He pulled out his time piece 7:38 am it read. He went to phone and it called down to the front desk.

"Mr. Cordone what can I help you with sir?" said the person on the other line.

"Connie send up some breakfast for two. Also a bottle of Champagne and Orange Juice I am in the mood for a Mimosa." Said Sil.

"Right away Sir. It will be up in twenty minuets. No charge at all sir." replied the voice in the phone.

"Thanks Connie. Remind me to talk to you on my way out." said Sil has he hung up the phone.

"Hope your hungry" he said to her.

He walked over to the light switch and flicked it on. He turned his eyes to her looking at her legs and just how high the cut off went on her robe exposing her toned thighs. He walked over to the bar and took a already made cup of water and drank it all and set the glass down.

"You may freshen up if thats what your asking. You however will not be meeting with Mr. Bonatelli. I will be. You can even go back to sleep if you wish." he responded to her question.

Suddenly there was knock on the door. Sil out of reflex drew one of his guns and walked slowly towards the door with his hand holding the gun behind his back. He opened the door it was the food. Sil instructed the butler where to put the cart and the iced champagne. Sil slipped the man a twenty and whispered something to who him has he ushered him out of the door locking it quickly then setting up the dead bolt. He holstered his gun as he walked over to the table.

He poured up two mimosas and set them on the table. He sat down and began eating. At this particular time it was un nessary for manners to wait for her. He occasionally looked over at her into her eyes that still contained some uncertainty. He took his attention back to his food and drink which hit the spot for him. Once finished with is food he walked over to the closet and pulled out a suit this one was dark navy blue with a red tie. He laid the shirt and coat out on the bed.

Sil thought to remind her not to try anything foolish. He realized that she really had no where else to go. He shook off that notion and continued readying for the day. Trying his best to keep his train of thoughts off of the woman in the next room he tried to forget she was even there. Maybe she would feel comfortable enough to eat with out him there.


Sil walked into the bathroom and drew up a hot bath. He took off his tie and shirt he laid his holstered guns on the counter next to him. Next he began to lather up some shaving foam. It was time for him to prepare for his day he began to shave.

 

[Sinful_whispers]

Kitty drank down the rest of the drink, she continued to smoke, letting each bit last a while holding it in her lungs as if she were smoking that one cigarette they allow you to have before a firing squad. Her head tilted back as she blew the last bit of smoke from her lungs and watching it escape her lips slowly as it headed toward the ceiling then tipped the ash and snubbed it out, thinking that will be here soon rubbed out before her time.

She turned her head as he got up watching him stand, watching him stretch, looking him over. She listened to him speak, his voice was always low soft spoken to her, which surprised her she thought it be deeper than that, but that was just assuming basically from being in smoke filled rooms and drinking booze which was slowly taking a toll on her own voice. Kitty could sing like a song bird, she drew in a people from all over, they would gladly drive to see her perform to listen to her which was one reason Antonio used her. She was the eye candy on his arm that kept him in a steady cash flow just about as important as the booze that he brought in. “This is normally about the time I’m going to bed, what a drastic change of events within the last twenty-four hours.”

Kitty didn’t want to over hear the phone conversation; she didn’t want to know her fate, she knew he held it in the palm of her hand. He turned to her and spoke about breakfast; she was hungry but normally ate once she was up around noontime. Everything had flip-flopped in her life. She wondered if anyone would even care or notice she was gone. “Yes, I’m a bit hungry, still in the waking up period yet though. Thank you Silvio,” she said using his full name, she knew who he was now that everything was all in perspective.

The venison blinds stayed closed, only a minimal amount of morning sun was shinning through them, letting shadows upon the wall as she looked around once again. The place wasn’t bad; she had stayed in worse places than this before as she was making a name for herself. If the market hadn’t taken a crash she’d never be in the spot she was at, she’d never have gotten involved with Antonio. That wasn’t exactly true due to the fact the mob had owned a bit of everything from Hollywood on the west coast to the east, north to south and all places in between. Nobody knew who’s path they crossed and where and why, always for a reason she thought.

Kitty closed her eyes when he flicked on the lights; the one above the bar seemed brighter than the others. She opened then slowly to catch him eyeing her bare legs, she didn’t bother covering them at all it just wasn’t worth the energy to cover up she wasn’t prudish in an ay that’s for sure. Kitty eyed him up as he joined her at the bar, filling his glass with water, watching his head drop back as his Adams apple moved in his throat as he swallowed. ‘You may freshen up if that’s what you’re asking. You however will not be meeting with Mr. Bonatelli. I will be. You can even go back to sleep if you wish.’ Her eyes rose to his as that caught her off guard.

“I thought…Silvio, I don’t understand,” she said to him, now lost. Her head lowered a bit as she wasn’t liking the waiting, if anyone was in her position they would be the same way, just wanting to get it over with. If this was a way to drive her to drink, it was working easily, if it was a way to make her go insane, to keep her waiting it was working. Her head lifted as she heard the knock at the door, her face went pale white as she felt as if she were going to faint, her stomach knotted up as she closed her eyes and felt them begin to fill with tears, this was it, this was the time.

She squinted her eyes closed tightly hoping it would be over fast. Kitty reached up and wiped away two single tears than fell from the corner of her eyes and down along her cheeks they felt as if they were stinging her flesh. Kitty sucked in her breath; her breasts rose up as her chest did subconsciously holding it in as she heard the door open, and then the sound of the cart as it was wheeled in.

When she opened her eyes she saw a man in a bellhop uniform pushing a cart with two silver plates and their lids covering them, a single flower in a vase, two long stemmed glasses, pitcher of orange juice and champagne on ice. She left her breath out and laughed out in almost hysterics as the tears fell from her eyes. She was losing it, plain and simple, it was getting to her it was too much.

Kitty watched the tip exchange, watched as he uncovered his plate and made the drinks. Her stomach was flip-flopping at the present moment she couldn’t even think about eating till it calmed down a bit. She drew in a breath and exhaled slowly, she watched him eat as she lit up another cigarette and inhaled letting it out in rings watching it rise to the ceiling. Her hands shook for a bit then her nerves steadied, as she relaxed a little more.

Her eyes followed him as she whispered out a ‘thank you’ to him, as he moved around the room; she watched as he took his suit out, his tie and walked away from the closet to the bathroom. Kitty slipped from the barstool and walked to the table where she sat and enjoyed the drink he had made as it seemed to relax her, something she was used to in her routine was a morning Mimosa after she woke up and after her swim.

The sound of water was heard as she ate, she wondered what was going on and was afraid of him, to afraid to ask him, and she knew he most likely wouldn’t tell her anything anyways. Kitty heard him undressing; she had a keen sense of hearing that was always a plus sometimes to good as she overheard way too much going on around her at times when she didn’t need to know things.

Once she was finished she covered both plates back up and mixed two more mimosa as she turned and curled her fingers around both long stems of the glasses and headed back to the bathroom once she heard him slip into the water. Kitty entered the bathroom and looked to him, letting her eyes gaze along him from head to chest where the hot water started. She lowered them more, slowly taking every bit of his naked body in, and quite enjoying the view. She raised her eyes to meet his, offered a bit of a smile as the corners of her natural pink colored lips turned up.

She placed the glass down by his gun, in reach from the tub as she sipped hers as her eyes stayed to his. “Would it be to forward if I asked if you needed help Silvio?” She said in a soft sensual voice. Her robe was partially opened at the top; her rounded breasts peeked from under the pale light pink silk as she stood along side the tub. Kitty didn’t need much make-up she had a natural beauty to her, the dark lashes fluttered as she looked down upon him.

 

[jon_rico]

All of his normal routines were all out of sorts. By this time he would be on his way to the gym getting ready for the a few rounds of sparing. Then it would be off to his house to shower and clean up. Then he would make his rounds around his neighborhood to collect on payments. He would be behind on his weekly shakedown of the snitches. He wasn't a complete monster he would often stop at the local shops and have breakfast make sure the kids there were staying out of trouble. Visit his family restaurant and have a meal and catch up on the previous days events.


Has he began to shave his thoughts reflected to the small conversations that happened over breakfast. She knew exactly who he was it kind of humored him a bit to know that. He focused his attention now to shaving has he raised his chin and began shaving that area precise and a close shave every time. He then moved to his cheeks and once he was finished he splashed some cold water over his face and washed away the shaving foam.


Sil was going to lie to his friends he was going to tell Mr. Bonatelli the deed was done. Then he would return back to the hotel and tell Ms. Montana what he had done and they would work out what to do next. He would give her the option she could leave or she could stay with him and live in secret. He then thought why would she stay here with me I am her kidnapper. He snapped that thought out of his mind she probably is un impressed with his line of work or anything that she has seen.

Sil's thoughts then went to back up plans. What if they didn't buy it? What was he going to do if they called him a liar? He wasn't afraid to put a bullet in any man that questioned his honor or showed him disrespect. Mr. Bonatelli would find out eventually if he wasn't careful. Could he stand a life on the run constantly looking over his shoulder? Sil would kill has many as need be if it meant him being alive to come back for a chance to see her again.


He walked over to the tub and shut off the water. He finished getting undressed then stepped into the hot bath. He leaned his back against the wall of the tub. The warm water relaxed his muscles and it felt great to him. He let a sigh of relaxation escape from his mouth. He kind of laughed to himself at the thoughts he was having earlier. He closed his eyes for a moment to ease his mind.

His eyes opened just has Kitty walked into the room with two glasses of Mimosa in her hands. He looked up at her and caught her looking him up and down stopping at certain locations on his body. He didn't bother covering up it was pointless at this point. He even started to become aroused by the sight of her in the pink revealing robe. He smiled back has she gave him a seductive smile.

He watched her place the glass down and move towards the tub their eyes never leaving each other.“Would it be to forward if I asked if you needed help Silvio?” she sad to him keeping the smile on her face. She was hovered over him in the tub.

"I thought you would never ask." he said softly has he reached over and untied the tie keeping her robe together.He took the glass from Kitty and put on the counter next to his. Sil then helped her escape the robe and watched it hit the ground. He beckoned her to come close to him she leaned down and he sat up and their lips embraced. He was right her lips were very soft and welcoming. He teased her has they kissed with his tongue only slightly letting it dance with hers.


Their lips parted for a moment and he took her hand and helped her get into the tub. Her body was truely magificant has he watched has she stepped into the tub with him.

 

[Sinful_whispers]

'I thought you would never ask.’ Was all she heard from his lips, as he moved to her sitting up a bit, pulling the sash upon her robe as she felt it open, and his large hands brushed against her warm flesh as he removed it from her sleek body. Kitty felt it fall to her ankles, as his eyes beckoned her to join him in the heated water. She bend forth feeling her swaying breasts under her as her lips met his, turning their heads opposite ways as they fused their lips as one.

She tasted the drink from his mouth as he helped her into the tub once the heated kiss was broke. Her eyes stayed within his, she trusted him to guide her not looking what she was doing as she felt the hot water upon her toes and then sunk her foot within it as his hands went to her waist holding her tightly, as she laid upon him, blanketing him fully. Kitty could feel his arousal pressed between their bodies, as she wrapped her arms around his neck, and pulled herself up upon him, yet keeping his semi hard prick between them feeling it pressing against her flat tight stomach as the water spilled over the edge of the deep cast iron claw tub.

Kitty feels his hands along the side of her head pulling her face to his as they kiss hard and passionately, their head moving from one side to the other, twin pink muscles dancing the tongue tango in her mouth then his. Her body rubbed against his as the water splashed around them both as the kissing continued, her breasts pressed to his chest as her nipples hardened even in the heated water, growing like two diamonds, so hard they would cut glass.

Her fingertips danced thru his hair as she moaned softly to his mouth, letting him know she was enjoying ever bit of him she could take in at that point. Kitty broke the kiss and looked to his eyes, holding there for a moment, she pulled a hand around from the back of his neck and placed her fingertips upon his lips and gently moves across them as lightly as she could, as she looked back to his eyes once more and whispered to him, “I wont hold you responsible for my actions, my choices Silvio. No matter what happens after this, please know that.”

Kitty kissed his lips again before he could respond a word, her fingertips caressed his cheek lightly as she just enjoyed her time with him, she decided to not think about what was to come and enjoy her time with him, every bit she could get. Kitty broke the kiss once more, and pushed herself up as she smiled, and looked to him, “Wasn’t I to wash you up Silvio?” She smiled a smile that was so innocent and sincere as she looked around for a cloth and soap.

She grabbed the rag and wetted it and then the soap as she lathered it up as she got comfortable upon him, feeling the base of his rigid rod pressing against her parted lips, as she began to wash him, starting upon his shoulders and working her way across to the other, around his neck as she began to sing softly, as if she were hired to give him his own performance. Kitty made sure she washed him well; nothing mattered to her than to tending to him.

Kitty bit down upon her lower lip as she felt his thickness between her swollen netherlips, she rode him slightly as she bent forth as he was much taller than her. A shiver went through her spine as she tried to control that urge with him which wasn't a simple task as her mind couded with thoughts, wondering.

 

[jon_rico]

“I wont hold you responsible for my actions, my choices Silvio. No matter what happens after this, please know that.”. those words echoed throughout his mind. Before he could answer she came in for another series of passion filled kisses. Sil let his hands wander up an down her thighs occasionally getting a hand full of her ass and gently squeezing it. He could taste a little of the drink each time they kissed.


Sil loved kissing it was one the things no one could ever fake. His and her lips wrestled each other has their kissing got more and more heated. His kisses were always firm and packed a lot of punch. He kept his arms around her neck lightly to show her reassurance.


Sil focused his attention on her neck gently and slowly kissing it up and down. He then began nibbling at her neck he could feel her shiver with delight every so often. With every pause they had he would just look into her eyes gone was the fear and terror that had plagued her from the night before. Her eyes glowed they were a blue that sort of pulled you in each time you looked at her. He leaned over and gave her a reassuring kiss on her right shoulder.


His mind often drifted to what would happen later today but the thought was easily brushed away with what was happening now. Sil knew what to say but couldn't he would wait for the right time. He enjoyed what was going on now to do anything than just concentrate on her.


“Wasn’t I to wash you up Silvio?” she said smiling to him.

"I do believe you were Kitty." he said back.


He let his muscles relax has she began to wash his shoulders arms and chest. Has she sat up and leaned against him he took the tip of his hard member and toyed with her has he circled her outer lips.


"I understand why you are feeling lost right now Ms. Monta... Kitty. I am going to go and take care of a few things I can't tell you what just yet. Just be assured I will be going on my own accord. Things might not be the same but they will soon be a lot better." he said to her looking her in the eyes.

He reached up to his glass and took a drink of it and did not swallow. He pulled Kitty to his lips and they exchanged a lustful series of kissing mixing the drink between their mouths as their tongues. Has their lips parted they both swallowed the drink and smiled at each other. Kitty seemed determine to clean him up. Has she did that he would lift his legs up and slowly go in and out of her.

His legs began to grow tired and cramp up in the confinements of the tub. He stood up and threw a towel on the ground. He stepped out lowered his hands to help up Kitty. Has she raised to her feet and was standing in the tub Sil picked her up and began walking her to the bed. He couldn't contain himself anymore he had to have her now.


He laid her down on the semi messed up bed and laid next to her and said " I think things will be a little more comfortable out here."

 

[Sinful_whispers]

Kitty loved the feel of his hands along her lithe form, she closed her eyes as he slid them down her sides, feeling his hands upon her firm rounded heart-shaped cheeks as his fingers spanned out then squeezed the soft firm flesh, her eyes open looking to his as she kissed his lips softly and then continued to bathe him slowly as they shared kisses here and there, as she did.

Sil’s arms were strong feeling as he placed them loosely around her neck giving her a safe feeling as she felt his heated breath upon her neck, his lips placing soft kisses as she moved the soapy cloth over he back washing ever so slowly not wanting to waste a moment she had left to share with him. Each kiss placed whether it was upon her lips, her neck or her shoulders caused her to tingle, caused the feeling of heat within her most inner being. Nothing mattered, as she felt herself float away with him to a private time and place that only they could be within.

Kitty felt the tease; she groaned softly, a whisper told to his ear as she felt his stiff manhood toying with her outer lips. She bit down upon her bottom lip as she looked to him; she smiled as she heard him go to call her Ms. Montana and instead called her Kitty which only added to that feeling she had within her at that moment.

‘I am going to go and take care of a few things I can't tell you what just yet. Just be assured I will be going on my own accord. Things might not be the same but they will soon be a lot better.’ He said as he looked at her, she seen a tiredness in his eyes yet they were so warm and inviting, so easy to be drawn in, not for the sake of her life but a genuine feeling came from him. Kitty nodded and didn’t ask what he meant, there wasn’t a need to she knew to not ask questions if she learned anything, the less you knew the better it was for you.

Kitty sat back more, staying upon him as the water level teased her nipples as she arched a bit, letting them barely touch the warm water feeling the ripples as he moved and reached for his drink taking a sip. She cocked her head to the side as she re-soaped up the cloth and moved it around his chest in a circular motion, teasing over his nipples playfully as she smirked. He leaned forth a bit, she watched as his arm rose higher once he placed the glass back where it was, feeling his fingers upon the back of her head as he griped her hair within them pulling her face closer to his as he kissed her lips.

The kiss was sweet as she tasted the drink from his lips, opening her mouth as she accepted the swallow of the mimosa letting it go back and forth between their warm inviting mouths, as the kiss lingered till they each shared a bit of the sweet nectar. She moaned to his mouth, a soft sensual sound that only a kitten like her could make. The kiss broke as she felt him move within her, she groaned softly as she arched pushing her breasts forth to him, her head dropped back as he pierced her heated depth, her head rolled upon her shoulders as he moved under her till she was looking to him, smiling back. She moved with him as she bathed him, hearing the water splash from the tub, feeling him fill her with his stiff rod.

Sil lifted her from him, as she felt his swollen mushroom shaped head along her inner walls, whimpering softly as he popped from her tight opening. He sat her back in the water kneeling there as he stood up, her eyes ran along his form as his rigid cock was right before her eyes, so inviting, as she watched him get out of the tub, his body slick with beads of water running down each muscle, each curve of him.

He threw a towel upon the floor, as she turned to watch him move, he offered his hand to her, and helped her up, lifting her out of the water as she pulled the chain letting the water out, letting her wet long thin fingers lace with his. He cradled her within his arms as she placed her arm around his neck, with her free hand she reached up and caressed his cheek with her fingertips, letting her thumb move across his lips as she smiled to him.

‘I think things will be a little more comfortable out here.’ Sil said as he placed her on the bed, nothing else needed to be spoken, as she stretched out and reached up with her other arm placing it around him and guiding him upon her as her hand pressed against the back of his head bringing his face to hers as they kissed. She felt the fire between them as the kiss lingered, slowly letting her hand slide down and over his muscular tight ass then along his outer thigh and around to the front of him as she raked her nails along his inner thighs, gently scraping them along his heavy weighted sac as she curled her fingers up feeling the weight in her palm as she began to massage them, jostling around the twin orbs.

Kitty kissed along his chin, turning her head as he dropped his back for her offering her his throat as she placed soft love bites along it making way to that shallow dish at the base of his throat where she kissed softly and moved around to his nape biting and suckling the flesh within her wet warm mouth, letting her tongue move across it as her hand released his sac trailing her nail tips along the underside of his steel-like cock stopping to massage the head as she whimpered and moved her mouth along his shoulder kissing, licking as well as gently biting.

His head dropped along side hers as their cheeks caressed upon each others rubbing lightly back and forth as she whispered to his ear in a soft warm breath, “please Silvio take your time, make it last forever for me.” Her fingers curled around his length as she slowly stroked his hard prick within her hands as she breathed softly into his ear.

Ever so softly she whimpered out to his ear as she stroked him, using his hardness she pulled him down between her legs guiding him into her slick opening, feeding him into her wetness as she cried and whimpered to his ear biting and then sucking his ear lobe as she whispered, “yes-s-s-s Silvio, Yes-s-s-s-s-s” letting the ‘S’ taper off with a moan as she pulled her hand back and moved it to his ass cheek pressing against it as she pushed him slowly into her as her hips raised to meet him.

 

[jon_rico]

Has the two of them were on the bed the room began to get hotter and hotter. Sil got shivers has she guided her hands from his back to his swollen cock. Has she did that he leaned his head down and began licking her right breast. Her touch was so soft yet had some feeling behind it. He flicked his tongue on her erect nipple every so often putting both lips on it and sucking. He did not neglect the left nipple has he moved his head over and let his mouth envelope the other nipple.


With one hand up to brace himself he let his other hand creep down from her stomach to her inner thighs. There he found her moist opening he teased her clit with his fingertips. Sil traced a circle with his index finger around her outter lips. Waiting for the right moment he then inserted his index and middle finger into her going very slow and slowly and slowly increasing his speed until she decided it was her turn.

Another series of shivers went up and down his back has she slightly dragged her nails across his sack. Sil let lose a small moan has she slowly messaged his hard shaft then the head. Has she began kissing his shoulder using his left hand he glided his fingertips from her stomach up to her breast and he gave it a gentle squeeze as well has lightly pinching her nipple. He noticed her get goosebumps from his touch. He smiled has she let loose a pleasureful moan.


“please Silvio take your time, make it last forever for me.” she said to him. She had the most sincerest look he had ever seen in her eyes. That look soon went to a smirk has she been stroking his cock. He closed his eyes for a moment to just take in all that was happening. He moved his head into position to begin kissing her neck starting off slow. He moved from gentle pecks to suckling to small bites on the soft skin.


"I will Kitty I will.". Were the only words that could escape his lips.


He didn't want this to end their time had been so short together. He had no regrets about the past events and what would happen in the future. His only care was that she will end up ok. With every passing moment it became worth any effort needed to keep her alive. She had it all; street smarts, drop dead gorgeous, and she could sing. The thoughts passed when she rose up for another series of kisses.


He could hear her panting for him to enter her. He felt her guide his hard cock into her awaiting opening. She could feel she was turned on has his cock went in and out with ease. She was already very wet and with every thrust her swollen pussy welcome him. Her ear biting and sucking on his ears only drove him more insane with passion. Looking for something to hold onto she dug her nails into his back. Sil let a quiet moan of pleasure out has she did that. He always loved it when a women like it alittle rough.


He kept the pace slow fulfilling her wish to keep it going as long as possible with every thrust he was met by her awaiting hips. He moved his hands to both sides of her hips to help guide her to his awaiting cock. Her whispers of "Yess" helped light the fire in him has he gradually increased the pace of his thrusting. He could feel her muscles tighten up has his speed picked increasing the pleasure for the both of them.

Suddenly he stops his thrusting while still inside of her he looks into her confused eyes. With his hands he pins her arms together on the bed. With a smile on his face he lowers his head in for another kiss. As their lips meet immediately the spark of passion fills their lips as their tongues duel each other. When their lips parted he rolled over so his back was resting on the bed. Kitty coyly smiles at Sil and begins to sit up and move over towards him.

 

[Sinful_whispers]

To Kitty he was probably the most attentive lover she’s had, she loved the way he teased her nipples with his soft lips, the way he looked to her eyes holding her attention, everything about him just felt so right and any minute Kitty was going to feel just how right . His hand moved along her stomach as she felt his heated breath move to her other breast, she looked down and watched his lips part again. Taking her nipple within his mouth and began to suckle it. She arched her back and gasped for a breath letting it out slowly and then whimpered softly in delight as his fingers teased her engorged clit, causing her hips to buck up from the bed.

Kitty raised her eyes to his; she felt this thick finger moving within the walls of her splayed open sex, feeling him slowly make his way to her seeping opening, the wetness caused partially from the water but mainly her own juices from the excitement she was feeling within. She bit her bottom lip, then released it as she breathed in slowly feeling her chest raise up and lower as she exhaled, holding back from wanting him to just take her hard.

Her muscles gripped about his index finger as it entered her, she wanted him inside her but for now she would take the tease, letting him work it in and back out of her as her breathing quickened by a bit. She raised her hands and left them settle upon his shoulders while he pumped his digit in and out of her slowly. Her hands moved along his upper back shoulders, raking her nails upon his flesh as she knew she left her mark, a mark that was going to go from pink in color to red as their lovemaking continued.

He moved his hand from her sweet succulent snatch and left it slip up her stomach; he pinched her nipple between his thumb and finger which caused her to moan to him. He sent goosebumps to her as she shivered, and moaned out again letting the sensual sound flow from her lips. She felt those tender kisses begin to turn more aggressive upon her neck, hearing his words whispered back to her, ‘I will Kitty, I will.’

Kitty raked his back harder, as she began to feel him move into her fully, her pussy muscles gripped his shaft, sucking him into her tight hole. She cried out in pleasure once more as he pierced her to the bone, allowing him to stay pressed against her to let her grow used to his length. Kitty may have been a gangster’s girl, but her bedtime was mainly spent alone, waiting for Antonio to join her, and normally by that time he was so full of booze that he was worthless in bed, another secret he would take to her grave.

Her muscles spasmed around his thick pole, as he pulled back and began to move slowly back into her, she continued to rake around his back his ass and outer thighs as she fell into unison with her lover, letting their bodies move as one, become one so freely. He used her wet warm tunnel to stroke himself with, feeling it close round him with each thrust with her, “Oh Silvio” she whispered to his ear as she moved her hands back up his back and pulled him to her more wanting every bit as she moaned out every so often as she released a breath.

By this time Kitty was feeling blown away by him, it was as if her whole body was one totally connected nerve. Her whole body felt incredible linked together and if he moved just right and rubbed her sensitive clit it sent a jolt through her like a shot of electricity. Her hips rose up to meet his, her hands moved through his hair as she slipped strands through her fingers lightly pulling it as he entered her pussy, she grinded her hips to his and cried out, her sounds increased as their bodies did as well.

Kitty gripped him tightly as he stopped for a moment as she looked to him; he held her arms above her on the bed. Sil dropped his head placing a kiss to her lips, as she was confused a bit and looked back at him then closed her eyes and enjoyed the please of the heated kiss, letting his tongue enter her mouth as she whimpered softly within it.

He pulled from her and that confused her even more till she looked to him as he laid upon his back, the grin on that handsome face of his as she crawled to him and mounted him, letting him slip back within her eager wet hole. Her knees gripped his hips as she looked don upon him, her firm breasts swayed as she leaned forth offering both to him as her hands rested upon his chest, fingers splayed out over his nipples.

She began to slowly rise up, her pussy contracting around his rigid cock the whole way. Her slippery warm walls rubbed against him, gripping and releasing teasing him, urging him to fill her with his hot milky man seed, to coat every inch of her inner walls with it. Kitty rose upward until nearly letting him slip from her as she danced her sex around the head of his cock only, teasing it as she made love to just that swollen part of him as she grinned looking down to him under her.

Her fingers clenched as she raked her nails upon his muscular chest and then splayed out again on to scratch once more as she noticed the red marks. If anything he’ll remember she thought will be now, this was how she wished to be remembered by him, nobody else mattered, anyone that did had been gone from her life for a long time. She dropped her hips back upon him, arching her back like the shape of a crescent moon as she moved her head from side to side; her lips parting as she took in a breath and left it go and groaned out loudly letting him know her pleasure, her excitement.

Kitty pace gradually quickened as she rose him, she had the upper hand as she bucked upon him like a wild mare, wanting to just be left free to do as she wanted to enjoy herself as Kitty was doing exactly that. Her pussy controlled everything, and there was nothing Sil could do about it but go along for the ride, and enjoy it. Kitty didn’t say a word, her sounds did it all for her as they became more frequent, she looked down upon him, watching his face, watching the emotion as she licked her lips feeling the beads of sweat begin to form upon her brow.

She flexed her hips driving him in and back out of her seeping love nest; the room was silent except for the sounds they made, the sounds that her wetness made each time their bodies met, and the sound of the bed every now and then hitting the wall or a spring creaking. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as strands of her hair were stuck to her forehead by the sweat as she tried to warm him, but nothing came out right at first.

Kitty felt her body shudder and tingle, she felt a flow ripple through her from her loins to her mind, as each nerve was touched and her body responded as she released herself to him, and began to ride out her orgasm. There was no way she could have stopped it, he felt to good, he felt to right to her. Her muscles contracted around him, as she released a series of louder moans meshed within beep erratic breaths as she coated his manhood with her honey nectar.

 

[jon_rico]

Has she dug her nails in deeper into his shoulder it just added fuel to the fire. Those scratches definately will be a reminder of what they shared on this morning. He did not care all of this was worth it. He felt very comfortable with her; enough to where he could let his guard down and everything would still be alright. He liked being with her it brought him a sense of value a sense of being fulfilled.


He was in for a ride however now that she was on top the ball was in her court. She apparently liked being in charge so much she teased him has she stopped at the head of his swollen cock and kept a constant grind going. She was driving him crazy with this action he fought the urge to try to slowly thrust upward. He bit down a little on his lower lip the pleasure was slowly creeping up on him. He would try to contain it for as long has possible not wanting this to end.


He had his share of women but they were only interested in being seen with him in public. He was a trophy on their arm just has he used the women to be a trophy for him. The women in his past were trolilps nothing more. No brains all looks. As a gangster you need a good looking woman on your arm anytime you went out. Kitty was always with the other family's guys and Sil never really got the chance to full introduce himself. That definately changed now they were quite introduced. He imagined what the two of them could do if together. They would own the town his and her street smarts together combined with his ruthlessness in business and her ability to run a business. They would be unstoppable.


Has she leaned forward offering her ample breasts he took both hand and began massaging them occasionally giving them a firm squeeze. He lifted his head up and flicked his tongue at her left nipple playfully. Sweat began to drip off of his forehead and began to condense on his chest. I guess the bath was in vain he said to himself not caring what so ever that he might have to take another. She was very experienced knowing exactly what to do to please him.


His heart suddenly began to race and she began to contract her muscles around his cock. He closed his eyes and let a pleasure filled moan escape his mouth. He dropped his arms to side of him putting a strong grip on the sheets has began to loosen her muscles. He took a deep breath and smiled up at her. She wasn't done yet Kitty began to ride him slow at first then picked up the pace has she was in charge of the situation at hand.


He hoped that the neighbors next door were already awake or else they were having a rude awakening. The sound of their bodies connecting was even more of a turn on to him the sound of her slick sex anticipating every penitration drove him insane. Kitty quickly snapped him out of that thought has she raked her nails into his chest it was a welcomed moved. She did it with a coy smile on her face to boot. All he could do was smile back up at her.


Her eyes suddenly closed and she set let loose a loud pleasureful moan. He could feel her muscles contract repeated then her nectar coated his manhood has she rode out the orgasm. He now was close and thought they should end this somewhat together. Sil began to slowly thrust upward. He was gonna help her ride out this orgasm.


In a surprise move her grabbed her hips and flipped her over on the bed. He quickly rose up to his knees and mounted her again. His arms were placed on either side of her to prop him up. He worked his hard member into he pulsating hole. It was now his turn he wasted no time and started thrusting fast into her. Her moans again filled the room has she dug her nails again into his shoulders.


He could feel the moment coming his moment of release was near. He looked into her eyes and they did the speaking for him. His eyes then shut tight and he sent a explosion of his nectar into her. His hips bucked and he sent one last pleasureful moan has his thrusts began to lose momentum. He slowly exited her and laid next to her on the bed. He placed his head near hers encouraging one more kiss one more touch of her soft lips to his.


He was exhausted after that the room was hot and went quiet again. The urge for a cigerette and a drink hit him. He however at this time was not going to move from her side. He placed one arm around her and pulled her close to him.

 

[Sinful_whispers]

Kitty watched his face, each and every expression upon it as she moved, from riding him fully to riding the swollen head which was what sent her over the edge. Kitty coated his cock with her glistening warm nectar as it flowed. His hands covered her breasts as he reached forth and began to massage then, she leaned down more to him and gave him ample access as she rode him a bit longer just enjoying the feel of his rigid cock within her walls of warmth.

He smiled to her as she teased each of his nipples with her warm soft fingertips, and Kitty smiled back as her hips lowered and grinded against him hard in a slow circular motion, biting her bottom lip as he did his. Kitty didn’t want to stop, her body was craving everything she’s been missing and needing as she stayed on him wanting to feel that pleasure again, her body moved slowly once more, causing his own orgasm to back off a bit.

Kitty was caught off guard when Sil rolled her over to her back, letting her head get propped up a bit upon the pillows. He moved back into her nice and slowly as she arched up to him again, feeling his length moves within her deeply once more as she gasped out and then his name softly whispered from her lips as her hands reached up letting her fingers curl over his shoulders as she went along for the ‘ride’.

Her eyes closed feeling his pace quicken, listening to his breaths change as she opened them looking to him, their eyes holding that contact as she felt him throb within her once again knowing it would be time for him to give to her that gift of his inner being. She watched his eyes close, as she raised her hips forth and held there for him as he pumped his turgid prick into her hole letting her grasp around it, gripping him as he pulled back.

He grunts and groaned as she moaned softly to him, letting herself be pushed over that edge to sexual bliss once again, joining him as she felt his release, streams of warmth shot within her coating her inner walls of warm pink velvet softness. They reveled in pleasure as he held deeply within her letting her muscles contract around him, to drain him of every drop of his seed.

Kitty released him, feeling him pull from her slowly, every now and then pushing and inch of himself back into her till the head of his cock slipped free of her slick entrance. He rolled over and laid upon the bed aside him, resting his head next to hers as they both turned and let their lips meet and kissed softly, tasting the salty sweat from their lips.

They laid there on the sweat soaked bedding, both trying to regain themselves as they felt the heat from the room knowing the bathe was more of less a useless task but it was well worth where it brought them to at that point. Kitty moved from his arm reluctantly sat up and then moved from the bed walking across the floor fully naked and got him a smoke as well as one for her. She lit them both first him then hers and walked his to him giving him a kiss.

She couldn’t get enough of him, Kitty had fallen hard for a man that kidnapped her, and was going to end her life. It didn’t matter to her, everything was going as planned, and he helped make her final hours more pleasurable than anyone had in her life. The only regret she had was never marrying or having children, the thought came to her mind as she walked to the bathroom and got his drink. This was probably the time she would get…

Kitty shook that thought from her mind as she walked back with the glass and made two fresh drinks as she took a drag letting the smoke go as she placed the tip of the long black piece between her fingers as she carried their drink in her hands, placing his on the table aside him and she walked about and took a seat on the bed, placing an ashtray between them as she sipped her drink letting it quench her thirst and then set it on the table closest to her.

“You need to get cleaned up Silvio and go. Not that I’m pushing you but things need to be taken care of. I’m not going anywhere please trust me. I have no place to go, and I’ve come to terms with things as they are. Mr. Bonatelli hates to be kept waiting.”

Kitty sipped her drink again and lay out naked upon the bed getting herself comfortable. She looked to him and smiled, reaching out as she caressed his sweat covered chest. “Mind if before you go to ask if a paper could be brought up? I’d like to read what was written about last night.”

 

[jon_rico]

The two of them laid on the bed in somewhat of a daze each one of them worn out by their experience. He watched Kitty walk across the room naked to grab cigerettes and he kind of smiled to himself. She made new drinks on her way back to the bed. He thanked her with a kiss as she sat back down on the bed. Sil sat up and took a drag off the cigerette and let it slowly out. The time he had dreaded has come he gulped down all of his new mimosa took one more puff of his cigerette has he went back to the bathroom and drew up another hot bath.

"You're right. It is time I deal with this situation." he said to her from the doorway of the bathroom.


He grabbed two more towels one for the water on the floor and one he hung on the rack for after the bath. He sat down back into the water and he felt the muscles in his body relax. He grabbed the wash cloth and soap and got a good lather going. He washed his arms then his shoulders and chest. He cleaned his stomach and groin area as well. He held his breathe and completely submerged himself under the water washing off all of the soapy bubbles.


He let the plug out of the drain and stood up and dried himself off. He walked over to the mirror and gave himself a once over. He looked tired and needed to shake that off. Sil put his pants on and walked out of the bathroom and began putting his white undershirt on. Once he was completely done getting ready he walked over to the phone.

"Yes Mr. Cordone?" said the voice

"Connie I need a newspaper brought up to the room. Connie shake a leg please I need it quick." said Sil.

"Right away sir. Don't forget to speak to me on your way out today. Just reminding you sir." said Connie.

"Good man Connie. I wont forget." said Sil with a grin.


Silvio waited for a moment and then there was a knock on the door. He took the revolver that Kitty left on the table has he walked to the door he check if was loaded. It was; he kept it behind him has he answered the door and took the newspaper. He walked it over to Kitty who was still on the bed and handed her the newspaper. He also handed her the small revolver and three twenties and a one hundred dollar bill.


"Here just in case sweetheart. You shoot anything that comes through that door. I will call you from downstairs when I return. Here is some money for food or if you need to get a dress from the tailor.If you need anything talk to Connie from downstairs and only Connie." he told her.

He put his hands around her cheeks and gave her a kiss on the forehead and then gave her another kiss on the lips. Sil walked over to the door unlocked it and gave her the keys to lock up behind him. Silvio left the room and walked to the elevator hit the button and a moment later the doors opened her walked in nodding to the attendant. Has he exited the elevator Sil slipped him a twenty and then walked to the front desk.


"Connie no one in or out of that room. I will be back later today." said Sil has he gave Connie a fifty for the trouble. Connie just nodded.


Silvio's car was already outside waiting for him he got in and started immediately for Mr. Bonatelli's place. He used his calm demeanor to keep him at peace. His thoughts dwelled on her future. Things will work out just fine he said to himself. There was minimum traffic all things considered for a Saturday. He got to the garage of Mr. Bonatelli's rather quickly. The huge sliding steel doors opened immediately for Sil. Waiting was something he didn't have to do especially here. One of his associates opened the door for him he stepped out and walked towards the back office. The center of operations for the business.


He opened the door and their was Bonatelli sitting behind his desk. Silvio nodded over at Paul has he stood up when he walked in. Michael was over in the corner at the bar he stopped what he was doing and nodded over to Sil who returned the nod. The room was dim just like always.

"Silvio I trust our situation is all clear?" asked Mr. Bonatelli.

"Sal that thing is taken care of. I don't foresee it to be a problem." said Sil trying not to fumble the words.

"You're a lot later than normal. Was there a problem? You of all people are never late and usually do report in." said Mr. Bonatelli.

"It was late and by the time I got cleaned up I crashed for the little time I could before I had to take care of my business. Besides I told you I would take care of that thing. It is taken care of." said Sil hiding the shakiness in his voice.


"Ahh good good. Sil you look like shit ran over twice my friend. You need to relax a little life is good now then. So good in fact I think you should get some time off. When was the last time you had a vacation or time to yourself?" said Mr. Bonatelli.

"Sal you know I never take any vacations. I can't go soft and get outta my routine. Plus I got a lot of things that can't be foregone until I get back." said Sil.

"I insist my dear boy this part of our operation is all public relations we will see a influx in customers at our spots. Make your normal rounds in the mornings but thats it. Hit up our nightlife enjoy what you sow. Not too mention I will be at the garden tonight to watch a fight. Also Sinclair Meggetii from Chicago will be in town so I will have to show her around my Penthouse. Take a few days to yourself Thursday you will need to be back for our negotiations though. Not too mention I have a gift for you and your hard work." said Mr. Bonatelli.

"Sal I don't like surprises. What you gonna whack me?" said Sil letting a grin escape.

Salvador just laughed and said. " Yeah my most trusted Captain whacked by me. Get outta here you fool. Get some rest relax or you will lose it like Luigi the loon. Your getting to paranoid even for this business. Go get some tail or maybe the tail will get you my friend." Mr. Bonatelli winked at him before he walked up to Sil and hugged him.


Sil's mind was racing a "surprise" did he know? Sal isn't that quick was their a rat at the hotel? Why did he finally just now get a vacation? It is true this part of getting the customers from the Cotton Gin wasn't his department it was up to Jimmy T. This would give him time to figure out to do with Kitty. Sil exited the room and went into the garage and walked toward his car. Trying not to show his mixed emotions on his recent acts of not being truthful.


He was going crazy you have to be paranoid to survive this business but he needed a drink badly. He shook his head has he walked back to the car. He was going to go to his house grab a few items mainly weapons and cash and head back to the hotel. Then he would head up to the train station and buy her a ticket to head upstate for awhile. He and Kitty had a lot to plan and talk about. He hated this tip toeing around it wasn't his style he preferred direct and swift action not this sissy sneaking around. He walked up to his car and directed his gaze to a female leaning against it smoking a cigerette.

"Hey dame nice car isn't it? Now move before..." he said stopping mid sentence.

 

[Sinful_whispers]

Kitty looked him over, as she laid aside him, letting her hand reach out and caress his upper thighs, raking her nails lightly along his flesh. She watched how his lips formed around the end of his cigarette, how the smoke just seeped from between his lips slowly, how his lips formed over the rim of the glass as he took a sip, then finished it off. He moved from her slowly as he sighed, knowing that he needed to do what he had to, there was no other way around it.

Kitty laid there on her side watching him get up and move around the room, naked as the day the handsome man was born. She couldn’t take her eyes from his form; every bit of him was in unison with the rest that followed. Perfection she thought. This time when he went to take a quick bath she didn’t follow, she rolled over and stared at the closed blinds.

Kitty listened to him get ready as she heard the splashing of the water, then the water go down the drain as he pulled the plug. She finally rose up and slipped her robe around her waist and tied it shut letting the roundness of her breasts show a bit as she settled at the bar, crossing her legs and lighting another cigarette as she poured a small glass of juice, this time no booze was added for once.

He dressed and walked to the phone placing an order for her paper. She couldn’t but help to eves drop on the conversation since they were in the same large room and it seemed sound carried. He hung the phone up and did a few other things as he prepared to go. The knock at the door came and she watched as he grabbed the gun, checked to see if it was loaded and then he proceeded to open the door. Kitty moved back to the bed and sat there out of eyes way, not wanting to be seen.

He closed the door after he tipped the man and walked to her handing her the paper as she flipped it over and seen the main headlines. “Didn’t take them long to put it to print.” He held the small gun to her that she had given to him, her eyes rose as she took it, and then watched him peel some bills from a rolled wad and hand them to her next. She took them reluctantly and tucked them into the top of her robe letting them rest in there for now.

‘Here just in case sweetheart. You shoot anything that comes through that door. I will call you from downstairs when I return. Here is some money for food or if you need to get a dress from the tailor. If you need anything talk to Connie from downstairs and only Connie.’ He said to her as she nodded in a ‘yes’ manner. “Thank you Silvio,” she responded knowing that she wouldn’t use the money for anything but it was nice to have him think about her like that.

His hands rose and cupped her face, her eyes stayed to his as he leaned forth and kissed her softly on the forehead and then lowered his face and placed a warm tender kiss to her lips. Kitty nuzzles her one cheek against the palm of his hand, almost seemed like a lover’s goodbye scene from her picture movie days. Maybe it was she thought, maybe he exits and the rest come in and rub her out. She felt his hands slip from her face and watched him turn and walk to the door. He opened it and walked out it as she felt her heart sink within her chest as it closed behind him.

Her mind raced with so many ideas from him leaving her the gun to save him the hassles of taking her out to maybe think she would fear the worst and do it herself to the slim chance that he wouldn’t do it at all. Kitty then understood how when people would say ‘wrong place, wrong time’ or ‘bad timing.’ That was exactly what she felt with Silvio, if they would have met under different circumstances and a different time, they would have been perfect for one another. Kitty felt the ‘magic’ between them, if anyone would see them together they would have envied them.

Kitty read the newspaper reading about the scene that the cops walked into, reading how many died and how many were just hurt. Her name was mentioned, as to nobody knew where she went, that she seemed to have disappeared, vanished into thin air. It really didn’t matter to her, her career was gone, ended with the crash, her parents both passed and she had no siblings. The only thing she really had in life was a debt that was held by a gangster. Heck she thought she didn’t even have that anymore, since he was killed.

Kitty pushed herself up from the bed and drew herself a bath, and sat within the heated water, relaxing against the back as she began to sing softly; in her mind she heard the sound of the band playing behind her backing her up. Her hands moved along the edge of the tub as she just left herself go, one tune after another seemed to release from her lips.

It had been well over and hour later when she got out of the chilled water and dried off, wrapping a towel around her body and dug through her suitcase to find something to wear. Kitty pulled out a pink silk charmeuse teddy embroidered piece of lingerie and her silk pink heeled slippers. There was no reason for her to get dressed as of yet, she wore nothing under the soft piece of clothing, Kitty loved the feel of it against her soft flesh. Next she messed with her hair, trying to make it look decent and added a bit of make-up so she felt she could pass herself off as looking au natural.

She settled at the bar with a glass of cold water and the newspaper reading it from front to back, nothing unread as she had time to waste. Every now and then she would look over to the gun he gave her and the cash that sat upon the top of the bar to the right of her right hand and then went back to reading again.

 

[Sinful_whispers]

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[Sinful_whispers]

-Enter Caprice Giovatti played by Liquid gold-

 

[Liquid_Gold]

Her name was Caprice Giovantti, her father was head of the Italia mafia in Sicily. She stood five feet eight inches tall and had an hourglass figure. Not only did she have the olive toned skin but her eyes were brown and big. Her lashed curled upwards, thick and lush as she looked to him taking the cigarette from her deep red lips and left the smoke slowly release.

Caprice stayed against the car, letting it hold her up. You could tell she came from money easily. The dress she wore was 100 percent silk and made only by the classiest of designers abroad, as was the hat that hid her long straight dark jet black hair under it. Her shoes were Italian made high heeled pumps that not just an average female could afford. Her trench like jacket was tied tightly around her waist which showed of her figure quite well.

“Silvio I presume, I am Caprice Giovantti. I’m sure Mr. Bonatelli has told you he had a surprise for you correct?” She looked him over slowly, her eye followed along his form and back up. Before he had a chance to respond she continued to speak. “I am that surprise, and you know it would be a slap in the face to my father and Mr. Bonatelli if you were to not accept me. Not to mention who my father is, and he agreed to this arrangement, a gentleman’s arrangement is never turned down. “

Caprice took another long drag from her cigarette, she knew he couldn’t refuse her in any manner or would cost him more than his position in the organization. “Mr. Bonatelli told my father you are like a son to him. He felt you were ready to settle down, and it was arranged that I would be the one you settled with. From what I see you are going places in the family, your name is spoken from lips of many Silvio, with that I agreed, plus you look good as well. Now as far as the car it’s top of the line so you can open the door for me and we can go.”

Caprice was a spoiled daughter of one of the most powerful men in the family if not thee most powerful. Caprice knew that if she said one bad thing against Silvio would easily be taken out with the snap of a finger, which was how much power she held.

 

[jon_rico]

Silvio almost bit his lip when he realized who was standing there infront of him. Caprice was the daughter of Vincenzo Giovatti the most brutal boss to take power. Vincenzo had the biggest killing spree to achieve power in Sicily's history. One of the few people Sil actually respected truly. Caprice was no stranger to him either well her reputation wasn't atleast. Her mother was a Sicilian model who worked in Milano in her youth. She inherited the good looks genes from her mother.

"Buongiorno" he said to her has he kissed her hand. Which was good morning to her in Italian.


She smelled of Jasmine which tickled his nose. She was a Sicilian temptress born to know and take what she wants. She was still a woman from the old country however loyal and just has deadly has most from America. What the hell was he going to do now? He was too tired at the moment to think of anything all he wanted to do was go back to the hotel and see Kitty again and sleep for a few hours. Now he has damn near a Sicilian mob princess infront of him. An idea shot through his mind has he was standing there.

"Caprice where will it be a grand hotel or my house? Any hotel in the city the Ritz is the finest in New York. I have a few morning errands to run before I can do anything. Part of the daily routine before my supposed vacation which I have you to thank for I presume." said Sil.


"Listen I hadn't planned on my future to hit me just out of the blue like this. Don't at all take this the wrong way I need to tend to some business on the streets before I can put my feet up and relax for a few days. Which will be really odd I am a captain I need to be out on the streets. What I am saying is I will definately be a gentlemen and escort you to my house or to a hotel. I will make sure everything is up to standards and I will have to excuse myself for a few hours." explained Sil

Sil was hoping she needed some rest and wanted a hotel which would cater to the spoiled which he was sure she was use to.Sil held her hand has walked her over to the car. Using his free hand he opened the door and helped her into the car. He let her get situated and then he lightly closed the door and walked to the driver side. He got into the car and started it up the doors opened and off he drove out of the garage.


He kept his attention on the road trying his best to not eye those gorgeous olive hinted legs. He knew something was outta place she is a boss's daughter and Mr. Bonatelli was still eligible and available why him? He gazed over and eyed her up and down but this time she caught him. Calmly he turned his attention to the road. After a few blocks of driving he noticed a particular car that had been back there for a few turns. He looked in the mirror behind him a car was following them. They didn't look like locals by the way they were driving.

"Tell your people that are following us to piss off or I will go and introduce myself to them. I can guarantee they wont enjoy it and it wont be pleasant. Besides you are in the most safest car in New York." he said not once raising his voice.

 

[Liquid_Gold]

Caprice saw in his eyes the way he looked to her that he’d be very stupid to turn her down, it would ruin him in the family, in all family eyes. Caprice loved being able to have that power to have men at her feet in fear of what would and could happen if they didn’t do as told. She knew she was a bitch but that’s how it goes when you were raised in her family, their lavish lifestyle, and being the head guy’s daughter just added to all the perks.

She watched as he reached forth and took her hand, placing a kiss upon it. His breath was warm, as she looked to him, giving his the smile of a vixen. He greeted her in her own speaking tongue, as she found that flattering. She pulled her hand away as she looked to him once more, and decided he would do her well on her arm at functions, family events, and would be too busy to notice she would have lovers. Caprice had a wild sexual appetite than not many men could compete with and one that needed variety.

Her mother a famous Sicilian model, and to this day she still held her glamorous looks, even a bit of her youth still showed within her face. Caprice disliked her; she walked in her shadow for so long, that she couldn’t stand it any longer. Everything circled around her mother with her Father; Caprice was spoiled with gifts, taken on trips and left with nanny/s till she reached eighteen. Then she was out under the watchful eye of her father and mother she was given a bit of free reign to do as she wanted but always had guards surrounding her, she was an east mark for anyone to take out or kidnap.

Little did mother and father know she was easy pickings for her trusted bodyguards, she had her first sexual experiences with men her own father placed to watch her, and a few others in the family that would take it to their grave in fear of Gino finding out. If Caprice wanted they obliged her wishes, not wanting to piss her off yet feared her father. At her young age she twisted men around her finger and led a secret life in underground bars, and places that she’d have been told to never enter.

Gino thought his daughter was a virgin, and wanted her to marry a successful promising man in the family, or least a family that carried their name proudly. He and Mr. Bonatelli were close, dealt in business for many a years. When he spoke of Silvio, and told Gino of his plans for the man who was like his son, they decided that Caprice and Silvio would be a good match for each other. Weddings were arranged and this one was in dealing for a year between the two heads, making sure Silvio would pan out to be what Bonatelli expected and he succeeded his expectations. They decided that caprice would drop the bomb, as she asked to.

‘Caprice where will it be a grand hotel or my house?’ she heard him say then pondered it over. “Well since this is out first meeting Silvio I prefer the grand for a few days to allow me to get to know you. There are many plans to be made for us Silvio, and it will be a grand affair. The uniting of our two families brings much power as I’m sure you well know.”

He talked of what he needed to do, and caprice didn’t mind as she had some unfinished business as well that needed to be taken care of, personal business by the name of Victor. He was a wise guy of a rival family; he was one of the right hand men for Antonio. Victor was away when the bullets were flying in the club he was out collecting protection money for Antonio which then became his.

Caprice left him help her into his car, she settled in comfortably as he closed the door for her, she watched him as he walked around the car and got in, turning it over as the car purred. “Silvio, I wanted to meet you today, I’m a bit jet lagged and would like to spend the evening alone to get rested and relaxed, for tomorrow. “ I want you in my suite at one tomorrow, that will give me enough time to be ready and we can go to see my father and Mr. Bonatelli, and discuss the upcoming nuptials.”

She looked to him, watching his eyes shift from her legs, to the road. She slid her skirt up her legs offering him a glimpse of her thighs. She turned towards him a bit and crossed her long stocking clad legs, hanging a heel from her toes as she reached for a smoke. Caprice leaned forth allowing the from top of her dress to hang a bit and offer Silvio a view o f her cleavage and rounded breasts, when she sat up she lit his cigarette and heard him speak in a demanding way.

‘Tell your people that are following us to piss off or I will go and introduce myself to them. I can guarantee they won’t enjoy it and it won’t be pleasant. Besides you are in the safest car in New York.’

“I can’t do that, speak to my father Silvio if it bothers you that much, not my doing they go where I go."

 

[jon_rico]

Sil sat there driving keeping his calm he shook his head a bit has she mostly ignored was he was saying. She was fiesty and he liked that it made him wonder what she would be like in the bedroom. He erased that thought moments after it happened he had someone possibly waiting for him. He made the last turn and he could see the hotel down the road. This happened to be the cleanest part of town. Very very ritzy a lot of the bosses kept Mistresses in this hotel. Buying their silence was expensive especially at this time. He was relieved that she wanted the hotel but at the same time expected it.


Don Gino is also in town how did that slip under his radar? This definately was a huge surprise. He looked over again and watched has she lifted her dress up just enough for him to get a good look at her thighs. He couldn't deny it she was beautiful he was flattered yet pissed off that these plans went into effect without his permission. It often happened that way however it was tradition and he dared not speak against it especially with Don Gino in town. He kept his eyes on her has she leaned forth and grabbed a cigerette. In unison he pulled out his zippo and lighted it for her. Her breasts looked firm and round quickly he directed his attention back on the road has she spoke.


"Very well. Do you require anything else Caprice?" he said to her.


They finally pulled up to the hotel front and behind them the car that had been tailing them. He excused himself from the car. Sil looked at the vallet and told him to wait before opening her door. Sil walked over to the car behind them.He opened the door and pulled out the driver by his shirt.

"When I am with her you don't follow me do you hear me. I will speak with the Don about this as well. I know your doing your job. Next time announce yourselves or else something bad might happen." he said to the driver as he shoved him back into the car.


Sil walked back over towards the passenger side of the door. He opened it for her taking her hand has she stepped out. Sil kept his cool infront of her and escorted her to the entrance of the hotel.

"Those lugs behind us have her luggage." said Sil has he walked away.


The two of them walked into the huge lavish entrance of the hotel. The doorman kind of gave them a look as they walked in. Sil lead the way over to the front desk. Caprice followed looking uninterested; Sil wasn't sure her thoughts about what he just did outside. He disregarded it anyways he had a lot more things to worry about. The clerk looked over at Sil with a snub look. Sil brushed off the clerks attitude for the moment has he awaited to be greeted.

"Yes sir can I help you?" said the clerk.

"Yeah you can wipe that stupid look off your face. I would like to rent a penthouse for four days." responded Sil

"Sir I am sorry. They are all being occupied at the moment." said the clerk.

Sil un buttoned his coat and let his holstered guns show for a moment before he responded back.

"Listen get me a penthouse now or perhaps we can go discuss this problem outside." he said

"Oh my look we do have a opening on the 48th floor sir. It is cleaned and ready for you. Here are the keys. The going rate.... i..is $800 a night." stumbled the clerk.

"Good.While we are here I expect Presidential treatment." said Sil.

Sil took out his rolled money and dished out $3200 to him not batting an eye at it.He took the keys and walked toward the elevators with Caprice next to him. Her lackies followed behind them carrying her 6 bags of luggage. The elevator door was being held by the attendant. They got in and said what floor and up they went. Sil occasionally glancing over at Caprice sneaking a look down at her cleavage has they went up.


Finally they hit the 48th floor. They walked out and made a left and found their room. Sil opened the door and let her in first. This room had a grand entry way which lead to a large room with couches and a bar. There was a couple of expensive persian rugs on the ground. The view was amazing you could see the whole city from it. The master bed room had one of the biggest beds he had ever seen. Silk sheets and 4 big fluffy pillows. The two bodyguards walked in and placed the luggage in the master bedroom then proceeded to wait outside. The bar was tempting to him but he did have business to attend to so he had to be brief. He watched Caprice run her fingers along the couch has she inspected the room. It seemed it would be satisfactory.


"Did you need anything else Caprice? If there is nothing else you require I will be on my leave." he said

Sil walked over to her and put a soft kiss on her hand. He turned to walk towards the door.