Posts tagged mafia
Posts tagged mafia
The base of the oak was littered with discarded clothes, one heel, a scarf, a woman’s black trench, and a red beret. Central Park was oddly devoid of movement in this area, save the cajoling feminine voice high atop in the tree limbs overhead, “Here, kitty, kitty, kitty. Hi, baby. Its okay, I’m here to help. I know…you’re scared, quite frankly, I’m scared too, but everything’s going to be just…”
Bare-chested, pacing back and forth in his master suite, Prophet was trying - and failing miserably - to chase the lovely Scarlett from his mind. He wanted to go to her, but feared if he did she might reject his affections, leaving him in no condition at all to take on the many challenges the weekend was sure to hold in store. But he couldn’t just do nothing!
Perhaps he could just slide a letter under her door, a letter he’d written and revised so many times he was beginning to think he’d never actually be able to complete it. But complete it he finally did, mere minutes ago, though now he knew he’d never be able to work up the courage to give it to her. Should she not return his feelings, he’d never be able to face her again. His greatest joy was being with her, and that would come to an end as sure as frost forms on the winter grass should he push himself on her so soon.
Outside the rain fell in sheets and Scarlett Montenegro’s driver continued to mess with the engine beneath the hood of the car. Shaking her head, she pinched the bridge of her nose and opened the door, hearing the driver’s protest. Ignoring his protests she did her best to cover her carefully pinned hair with her clutch, knowing it did little to ward off Mother Nature’s watery touch. Halfway up the drive to an estate in the distance, she removed her heels and ran to the gates, something she managed to squeeze through. Making her way to the front doors she stood shaking, red curls pasted in disarray against delicate cheekbones, tricolor gaze hopeful as she knocked once, then twice, hoping someone would answer.
As the door opened, she shivered, arms hugging her waist, midnight blue dress pasted to her slender frame, lower lip beginning to tremble from the cold, “Hi…I’m sorry to bother you so late in the evening but…” she paused in her unedited-rush, eyes widening in recognition, golden flecks in her gaze slightly brightening in the mix of greens and blues. “Oh…hi…I didn’t realize this was your place…I’ve had car trouble…was looking for help,” she said softly as she pushed a red ringlet from the middle of her forehead, girlish smile touching her rose painted lips.
Every once in a while, the mob shows a softer side…like during the aftermath of an attack on an enemy family.
The ambulance paused in front of the estate for which a medical emergency had been called. From the back of the ambulance the doors opened, white lace stocking’d legs followed. Felina straightened her nurse’s hat atop her head, bag of medical supplies firmly in hand. She sashayed her way up the walk, side-stepping the carnage left behind, pouty crimson lips pursed perfectly as she tsk’d. Up the stairs and through the door searching for injured.
Kneeling down beside you, she flashes you an apologetic smile and opens her bag of medical supplies, “Well, this is kinda of awkward isn’t it? You and me…like this.” Gently, she dabbed at cuts and bruises, leaning forward to blow lightly on the worst of them letting the antiseptic do its job. “It wasn’t personal you realize…this. I meant to handle it on my own, seeing as how it was merely a lil ol CS I took last night in another skirmish.” Leaning back, she fished around in her bag for some clotting cream, applying it sparringly. “But…before I knew it, some of the other Tigers read reports and well…they got loose.”
Lowering her gaze, she brushed the pad of her thumb over your left brow, “I understand if you’re angry and if bad things should come to pass between us, but…I just wanted to say…I’m sorry.” Leaning forward she pressed her lips to the right corner of your mouth. “Let me know if I should be expecting company anytime soon…I’ll leave the light on for you.” Packing her stuff, she rose slowly, hem of her nurse’s uniform flashing a hint of garter beneath. “I know I’m not a doctor…but if you need another house call…just put your lips together and blow.”