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xbloodbulletx wanted a part three and why not uwu💞
Just to let y'all know, not all the facts mentioned, used and all are true, I just thought it was nice to use it and adjusted it to the story's situation
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"And why can't I come with you, m- (n/n)?" Miles asks with a small cute pout.
"You'll get bored quickly, there'll just be adults." I explain with a comforting smile.
"But I'll miss you two..." He put his arms around my neck, hugging me.
"We'll be back soon, dear." I say running my fingers through his hair.
"Let's go, (y/n)?" I hear and turn to where the voice came from to see Frank standing in the doorway.
"Sure." I say and return my attention to Miles, kissing his forehead. "We'll be back soon, okay?" I place him down on his bed and smile. Frank comes closer and hugs his son, exchanging a few words with him before the both of us leave the boy's room. I look at him and smirk, "You sir is very hot, who allowed this?"
He adjusts the tie of his fancy suit and chuckles, returning the smile. "I don't know who allowed you to be this amazing either but here we are."
Shaking my head, I run a hand through my hair to check it a last time as we walk down the stairs.
"From trash to luxury, I'm honestly amazing." I say as Frank helps me putting in my coat. He hums and I feel a kiss being placed behind my ear.
"You deserve it, dear." He smiles dressing on his own coat. I link my arm to his before we exit the house, heading to the car. One of his men is already there - opening the car door for us and also the one who's going to drive - while the other three are in a car that's going to come along.
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"It's this guy from Vegas and the one who took over Torrio, giusto? Plus that friend of yours." I ask adjusting my gloves and the rings over it.
"The same one everyone comments about since he is always ruthless to Cosa Nostra traditori. And yes, from Chicago Outfit and the other from New Jersey." Frank says looking outside the window as we approach the restaurant. "I presumed they'd come to offer something because of Prohibition in the US."
"I don't really believe alcohol is the reason of the bad behavior... it's just because of lack of moral education to some and conditions imposed by the government to others. They have no choice if not steal to live..." I say remembering of my old conditions.
"Hai ragione." Frank answers. The faint lights from outside, the only ones illuminating the streets in the darkness of the night, also dimly illuminating his face
The car comes to a stop, in front of one of the fanciest restaurants of Italy. I can't help but to notice the presence of other fancy cars there - not cars anyone can have -, what leads me to assume our 'friends' have arrived already.
Our driver exits the car after parking it and opens the door for us to get out. Frank goes first and helps me to do the same right after. I take a quick check on my dress - I would've preferred to come in a suit but I believe a dress is a better option for the situation - and link my arm to his as we make our way to inside the restaurant -- his- I mean, our men following close behind.
As soon as we step inside the restaurant, one of the waiters comes closer and leads us to another room, where a big table is situated. As supposed, there are a few people there. The waiter moves to stand by the table when we sit down.
The room has a strong smell of perfume - probably from the women that sit around - and smoke, since the majority of them are smoking. The mixture creates a not so good final scent that may cause a headache if you inhale it for a long period.
"Gentlemen." Frank greets while I just say a simple 'good night'. - Three men and two women who are dressed in fancier clothes than the others, greet back speaking up while while the others either nod or giggle, being the last one by the women in vulgar clothes present there.
"Late as always?" One of them - who I recognize as the head of the American gang Way and seats by his wife - says with a grin while taking a drag on his cigarette. I'm able to understand what he says since I learnt English with some people I did works for. I kinda needed to.
"It's a charm, signori." Frank breathes a chuckle.
"English, please." Siegel grumbles lighting his cigar.
"Misero americani." I comment quietly.
Capone laughs quietly, "And who is the girl?"
"May I introduce you, (Y/n) Iero." Frank says taking my hand and kissing it. I grin and nod to them.
"Lucky man." Siegel nods. "But, (y/n), don't you think a life in Vegas would be better?" He raises an eyebrow. - I'd be lying if I didn't admit he does have a strong charm.
"I'm pretty happy with my life over here." I say casually, with a calm smile, "I don't really believe living there would have the same benefits I do have here." - He shakes his head lightly, in a playfully frustrated manner.
The others laugh while Frank smiles down at me, and kisses my temple.
"To what do I owe the honor of your visits?" Frank asks. - Meanwhile, I ask the waiter to serve me some wine, what he does instantly.
"Pretending to not know things?" Way says. "I bet you know about Prohibition already." He taps the cigarette against the ashtray's border.
"Fortunately, this information indeed has reached us already." I say. "What kind of deal do you specifically want?"
"We're seeking for alcoholic drinks enough to sustain our whole regions." Siegel says.
"That's fair a lot." I say and sip on my drink. "New Jersey, New York, Nevada and Illinois are definitely populous states."
"I like her." Capone comments, making his wife send him a small glare, "She understands the business." - Frank smiles pleased and I just shoot my usual 'modest' smile - "But we really need those."
"Don't you have other sources?" Frank asks the man.
"Canada is afraid of being caught and Moonshine isn't being enough."
"Won't it be more difficult to transport all this alcohol from here to America?" I ask, trying to know more about their idea.
"Way and I will do our best to cover everything, y'know the police's resistance isn't that strong." Siegel says with a cheeky smirk. "Capone will pay for the transport and everything."
"Having the alcohol is what matters." Way says, "Population is going crazy. The Prohibition had a completely different effect from what it should've, according to the government's goals. The consumption increased and it's the best moment for our job to be introduced."
"And how much of this would we gain?" Frank asks giving them a look.
"Well," Siegel says, "you should first consider that we did a big effort in coming here to ask you for the little support." He shrugs a single shoulder. "We're five, so 20% for each to be fair."
"I believe it's n-" Frank starts and I interrupt him.
"Fair enough." I say and Frank gives me a questioning look, which I answer with a small nod, accompanied by a reassuring look. - He should consider that we're just going to provide the product and not have any other outlays, plus, we won't take any risk in being caught or severely affected if something unfortunate happens to them. - Frank just agrees, receiving curious glares.
"Are you okay with her cutting you off and deciding everything like this?" Siegel says in a teasing tone, with his cigar still in his mouth.
"Are you okay with having such a small mind?" Frank snaps, "She may be a woman but does have a different and more interesting reasoning."
Siegel throws his hands in the air in a defensive manner while the other two men cackle.
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"Sai, I did appreciate the way you opined." Frank says when we finally arrive back at our mansion, already in our room and changing into our nightclothes.
"It made me think; I hate those women's submissive behavior, they do can give opinions on the business." I say getting under the bed's covers. - It feels like I'm laying over clouds after so many years sleeping in the cold hard floor.
"I really don't have a problem with that," He says turning off the lights before also getting under the covers. He pulls me closer with an arm around me, rubbing his thumb against my hip - I lay my head against his shoulder -, "I admire it. I wonder if they don't let their wives express themselves or if they don't want to do it because they believe they need to act like so."
"I think there should be someone to tell them they do need to quit being extremely submissive and accepting everything. Question things." I mutter. "I bet the one who controls the Orzechowski is a woman just by the gang's steps. That does make a progress already."
"Credi? I never really studied their actions from this perspective. How did you get to this conclusion?"
"Ho osservato. The logic and tactics used, it wasn't that difficult."
"Modesta, are we?" Frank says and I just smile smugly as always. I crack a chuckle and he kisses my temple. I lift my head momentarily to give him a short kiss.
We just lay there for a moment, without exchanging any word. - I once again take the opportunity to thank God if there's any for every progress I've made. Once I slept in cloths and now in silk clothes. All the comfort that I never imagined; my life is perfect. Not mentioning how good and amazing Frank is.
A light knock on the door interrupts my train of thoughts and the door opens to show Miles in his pyjamas, with his favorite blanket in hands. His figure is identifiable even tho the room's lighting isn't that strong since just the bedside lamp is turned on.
Sitting up, I smile at him as he approaches the bed after closing the door behind him. When he's close enough, I pull him up on the bed, placing him between Frank and I. I throw the covers over him before laying back down. "You two took too long."
"It was a busy night." Frank answers softly.
"I thought you'd go to see me." Miles whines.
"We thought you were asleep already." I say running my finger through his hair like I usually do and the way he likes.
"We didn't want to wake you up." Frank says.
"It's okay... I'm happy you're here..." Miles says tiredly, on the point of falling asleep. "I love you... dad and mom..." His soft snores start filling the room, indicating he fell into slumber.
My brain does take a moment to process his words and just then I notice what he has said. It makes me genuinely happy, I feel somewhat valorized - I don't believe it's the exactly correct word to express the feeling, but it does make my chest feel warm and fortunate. I look up at Frank and, even tho he doesn't speak anything, I know he's able to sense what I feel and feels similar, by his light expression and true smile.
Finally, I turn off the bedside lamp, letting the darkness consume the room completely. I hear Frank shifting and feel his hand looking for mine, holding on it and intertwining our fingers when he does so.
Slowly and happily, I fall asleep. Maybe for the first time in my life.
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