Tony nodded, his shoulders tense as he tried to hold himself from her whilst…her mind caught up? He wasn’t even sure what that fully meant but he knew it was important to respect her decision.“Hey, you take all the time you need” he told her, giving her a quick wink as he sat back, picking up his wine just for something to do.Maria smiled at his willingness to just press pause so quickly, though mentally scolded herself for applauding him on giving her basic body autonomy. “I thought we couldn’t have more wine” she teased, watching him gulp from his glass.“No-one is questioning my decisions, there is not one person whose going to ask me if I was willing. They will definitely just assume” he chuckled.“How rude of them” Maria smirked as he drained his glass. Her heart was still hammering against her chest, she didn’t know how to explain to this gangster that she didn’t like to rush things. That she may be attractive but that didn’t mean she’d been bed hopping since she became of ag
The LeTale family had never been witness to so much unease around their future. Coming from generations of fierce, fearless leaders they had long dominated their city and didn't often come up against the competition in any of their excursions.That was until recently. The Luca family were a young but fast-growing community that were beginning to become more than a nuisance to the LeTales. Not only were they interrupting their areas of business, but they were also intruding onto the LeTale turf, trying to scare LeTale associates and, most aggravatingly, seemed to be out to cause trouble with family members. Damon Letale had a simple no-hassle policy on his turf and his response was always the same. One Strike.You got one strike, he forgave once and then he washed his hands of you and the responsibility of what happened to you. Mercy had no place in a busines- like theirs, family was everything and if you worked for Don Damon then his family had better top yours in yo
Tony drove the car towards the LeTale estate, the silence seemed to be cutting into him somehow."You probably don't remember me, but I met you before you left for England," he told her, in the tone adults tend to use on children they didn't really know. Maria's eyes glanced over him, the way he was shifting slightly in his seat showed that he felt nervous somehow. She wondered if he felt bad because of what she was here to endure if he felt worried that she'd seen his eyes trail up her body earlier. "I was just advancing from a soldier then, I drove you to school a couple of times" he pressed on, almost desperate to defuse the air between them. His steely eyes darted to her leg again as he very carefully attempted to ensure he didn't touch it as he changed gears."And tell me, Mr Calcolo, when you were driving me to school did you also have a fascination with my legs or is that a privilege saved for me now that I'm a big girl?" her eyebrow arched, her teeth grazing her
As the Jaguar sped around corners, in a more rural part of the state now, the in-car phone began to ring. The name 'Trig' appeared on the screen. "I apologise in advance" Tony mumbled to Maria before hitting the button to answer the call."Trig, make it good I'm driving" Tony instructed shortly. A sigh emitted from the speaker before Trig began to speak "Hey Tony, why you always trying to rush me, eh? Did you pick up Dolly Don?" he started, with a chuckle at his own joke."That's Miss LeTale to you, Trig. She's in the car with me - and she can f**king hear you" he growled, apologetically glancing to Maria for his swearing and Trigs words.A more nervous chuckle came out of the speaker at that point "Sorry Miss LeTale, just a bit of warehouse banter" he muttered before quickly saying "Tony, we've had some trouble at Brown's place. It seems some punks came in and started to hassle some of the card girls"Tony's lipped moved into a thin line,
As Maria walked back towards the car, she could feel Tony's eyes on her. 'Good', she thought, 'make him want me.' She felt life would be much easier if Tony was trying to keep her happy for his own, driven reasons.'Not that he's too displeasing to look at anyway', Maria smirked to herself as she looked over at him by the car. He wasn't a traditional, drop-dead gorgeous kind of guy. He was rough around the edges, tarnished with demons that Maria couldn't for the life of her imagine.From her younger years, Maria could vividly remember that excitement around someone new coming to town, or someone returning after years gone by. Everyone knew everyone in their local circles, so it had been no surprise to Maria when his eyes had lingered. She knew it was nothing more than an interest in the latest shiny visitor.That and she had learnt a lot more about hair and make-up since she left at 14. Whenever she had returned it had been a fam
As Tony's jaguar pulled up in front of the sleek-chrome fronted building with the neon sign blaring "Brown's" he let out a sigh, switching off the engine and wiping a hand down his face.'Another day, another pair of balls to burst',he thought to himself, reaching into the glove compartment and removing his trusted knuckle dusters. One swift punch with these should be enough to teach any fool a lesson.He caught sight of himself in his rearview mirror and arched his eyebrow, slowly turning his face from side to side as he examined himself as though for the first time in a long time. "You old dirty dog" he muttered to himself, shaking his head "Getting flustered over a 21-year-old crime princess" he scoffed, "You should be ashamed of yourself," he told his reflection with a laugh, opening the car door and climbing out.Girls like Maria LeTale didn't want guys like Tony Calcolo, not to mention he was over 10 years her senior. It was pathetic t
"What do you mean he isn't answering? Call him again" Maria sighed to the boy who was probably around her age she had found to be in charge of this security shift.They were in the entrance hall to the main house, Maria was dressed ready for tonight's meeting in a burgundy wrapped top over some figure-hugging black dress trousers. Killer heels, curled hair and red lipstick to exaggerate her Italian-American heritage were a must as well.It had been very easy for Maria to get frustrated with being back home. She felt like she'd been placed into a time machine the moment she'd gotten settled with a coffee in the lounge with her mother. Her mother had arranged for a date for her tonight - a date! Maria had flown in to help out with her comatose father and their family business not be matched up with a suitor like this was the 1950's."Maria, you are 21 years old and if this past week has taught us nothing, it is surely that you may have to step into you
You could have cut the tension with a knife after Tony spoke those words. Particularly the wordbabysitter spun around Maria's head."Babysitter?" Maria practically spat out, seeing red. Why did this man get under her skin so easily? Usually, she could brush off these kinds of remarks but every other time Tony opened his mouth, Maria ended up irked in some way."Look, Maria, I'm sorry you're in a pretty shitty situation, but I'm not your get out of jail free card when it comes to your mother" Tony sounded stern but was backtracking slightly, not wanting Maria to decide her father needed one less Capo on his team. "Maybe when you've been around the whole mafia situation a little longer--" he started before Maria interrupted."A little longer?" she asked quietly, letting out a fake laugh. "Oh please, Tony, tell me more about how hard it has been for you, volunteering to be part of the LeTale gang and all" she scoffed, glancing over and noticing