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[i "Fine, you don't have to tell me anything, but you're not going anywhere until I have what I want, you might as well make yourself comfortable."]
Chloe raised her eyebrow at the words of a man who did entice her in many ways but refused to show it.
[b "I cannot tell you what I do not know. It look like I will be staying here for a long time then. You will be waiting because I don't know. You're wasting your time.."] she muttered, watching intently as Alphonse went over to the liqour cabinet and poured himself a strong one.
[i "I have some clothing upstairs that should fit you, you can stay in the guest room until you're ready to tell me what it is I want to know."]
[b "You just don't get it, do you?.. I am the girlfriend. I am the dancer, I am ...the seducer. Frankie loves me. He would never get m involved with that business if it meant my life being destroyed."] she muttered as she slowly lifted herself up from the couch and head towards the doorway. [b "You're wasting you're time."]
Getting to the staircase, slowly she walked up and went to the bedroom that harboured a bed, wardrobe along with clothes that were indeed elegant, as if Alphonse already knew she would be coming.
Who's clothes were they?
It did not matter in hat point in time. Inside of the bedroom was an ensuite, a room that had a bath and sighed in relief.
A bath, just what she needed.
Stepping into the bathroom, Chloe closed the door just a little and started to undress while the tap ran with the warmest water into the tub and it filled up.
Normally such disobedience would have thrown the notorious Alphonse into a fit of rage, instead he finished off his whiskey and stared at the woman. There was something about her that intrigued him as though she were his own personal little game. He was positive by this point that if she had any information about her beloved Frankie it was information he had already known but he wasn't going to let that stop him from pushing her to betray him. He wanted her but he wasn't sure in what way. He had slept with more than his fair share of dames but this one was different.
[b "Fine, you don't have to tell me anything."] he walked back over to his bottle of whiskey and poured himself another glass, [b "But you're not going anywhere until I have what I want, you might as well make yourself comfortable."]
He looked over to one of the men that had been watching from the dark of a corner and without a single word muttered the male nodded and left the room. [b "I have some clothing upstairs that should fit you, you can stay in the guest room until you're ready to tell me what it is I want to know."]
With that he left the room, drink and hand, leaving the woman alone beside the small army of his men that were there to make sure she didn't do anything she would regret. [b "Goodnight Ms. Darling"] he called from the hall.
The more men that arrived at Capone's house and took stand in the lounge or in the door that she was in, Chloe started to become even more nervous than she thought she could of. Being with Frankie always made her feel uneasy which was strange considering she was all over him when she met him for the first time.
The man showed his true colors over the years.
Being in a strangers house with more strangers watching them intently gave Chloe a vibe but she bit her lower lip and sighed trying to hide the fear.
Alphonse wandered over to where Chloe sat but placed himself opposite her, speaking while he sat down.
[i "Perhaps you misunderstood me my dear Chloe, I wish no harm to you or even to your beloved Frankie. I only wish to know what he knows."]
[b "Why do I not believe you? You just shot up Frankie's club and you kidnapped his girl. If I was too believe you would not harm him, then I would be a fool..."] Chloe muttered only for her eyes to watch Al now stand up and wander over to the lit fire, perhaps to get warm.
She was already warm.
Warm from being in fear and also hot from being in a room with a man who was indeed tempting her to cheat on Frankie.
[i "I intend on.. taking over his establishments and I'd like to do so as smoothly as possible."]
[b "You have guts, to say your plan over over throwing him in front of me."]
Alphonse continue to wander around the room and Chloe continued to watch him. As soon as he stood up, came the moment she did the same only to reach out and grabbed a glass of whisky.
[b "As I said before. I do not know anything and if I did, I wouldn't tell you.."] Chloe smiled and took a sip of the liqour.
Capone watched the woman as she made her way over towards the fireplace, he watched the way the curve of her ass in the dress she was wearing swayed from left to right while she walked. He could tell in her body language that she liked his house despite what she would probably lead on. He thought back on her words, had he really turned into the man that woman feared? Perhaps that was a good thing, to be feared... But then again perhaps not. He had always prided himself on the love others had for him, it was something he was not about to give up on.
[i "Your house is nice but unfortunately, I do not know anything about Frankie..."] he took a deep breath in, following behind her as she made her way into his lounge and took a seat as though it were her own sofa. As she crossed her leg over the other her slit in her dress showed off parts of her skin and body that Capone had yet to see. He ran a hand over his shaven face and narrowed his eyes at her [i "I like to not know anything. The more one knows, the most likely one will be destroyed. I just happen to enjoy being alive tats why I like to keep out of certain things. Besides, Frankie doesn't tell me anything.."]
This time he walked closer to her, taking a seat adjacent from where she was, a few of his men were in the room as well but they made themselves almost invisible. Staring out of one of the windows or standing in the doorway. [b "Perhaps you misunderstood me my dear Chloe, I wish no harm to you or even to your beloved Frankie. I only wish to know what he knows."] He stood once more, making his way over to the bar that was barely lit by the fire. [b "I intend on.. taking over his establishments and I'd like to do so as smoothly as possible."]
As he was talking he grabbed two crystal glasses and splashed a little whiskey into the bottom of them before putting two ice cubes into each of them, [b "Everyone knows something Chloe."] he started, making his way back over to her and handing her one of the two glasses before taking his seat once more. [b "They just have to be willing to share."] he took a sip.
[i "Sexual assault? Is that the type of man you think I am?"]
[b "You are willing too shoot up a club with people still inside. You become harsh when you confront someone, you are willing to go all the way to kidnap and now you place a hand at my throat. You might not be a man of sexual assult but you seem you can be a monster when provoked."] Chloe spoke, knowing it as not the right thing to say and instantly regretted the words she spoke and remained quiet the whole ride back to a house that belonged to Capone.
Being silent for several minutes, Chloe watched from the corner of her eye a hand slowly moving up and pushed hair from her face.
This caused her too move away from Capone just a little as from him placing his hands on her before, she was becoming a little frightened of him.
All men were the same.
Frankie always hit her and now this man did not waste any time to gab her throat and grip hard.
Would she ever find her Prince?
Coming to his house, Chloe got out of the car and was escorted to Capone's front door and was let in first before the owner.
Inside, she looked around the house and it was nice, clean and very cozy. Instantly she felt warm and was by the fire that was radiating from the fireplace in the next room.
[b "Your house is nice but unfortunately, I do not know anything about Frankie..."] she muttered was she wandered into the lounge room and again look around before parking her sweet ass onto the couch and crossed one long leg over the other. [b "I like to not know anything. The more one knows, the most likely one will be destroyed. I just happen to enjoy being alive tats why I like to keep out of certain things. Besides, Frankie doesn't tell me anything.."]
[b [+purple [i "I hate to say it...Alphonse, but I don't know anything about my Frankie. He does not tell me anything and I like that he doesn't..."]]] Capone's eyes narrowed slightly as she stared at him, [b [+purple [i "If I knew anything, K wouldn't tell you. You can beat me, torture me, sexually assault or emotionally scar me, but I wont ...be known as a squealer..."]]]
His eyes made their way back up to hers, she may have resisted him and normally such behavior would send him into a fight of rage. He did not like when people didn't give him what he wanted, he never had even since he was a child. But there was something about this particular woman that almost softened him. Instead of slapping her around he simply let out a chuckle. [b "Sexual assault? Is that the type of man you think I am?"]
He looked out the window at the blur of Chicago lights that's passed by, they were almost out of the city which meant soon they would be back at Capone's home. If he had any intentions of sexually assaulting the woman his home would be the best place to do so. Still, even behind all his anger and rage Alphonse Capone was no rapist. A sadist of sorts sure, but a rapist he was not.
After minutes of silence Al turned his attention back to the woman, she looked only slightly battered and he could see the bruise of his fingers peaking through the fur. He raise his had to her once more, this time wiping the stray hair that had fallen just near her eye. Gently he used a finger to push it back into place with the others before he let that same finger caress her skin from cheek to chin. [b "I don't want to hurt you, but I do need whatever information you have. Sleep on it, you need your rest anyways. Not to mention I could offer you more than your precious Frankie could, money, jewelry, the spotlight if you so chose. Just think about it."]
With that the car rounded a corner and entered through a rather extravagant gate with a long gravel driveway. [b "Home sweet home he smiled."]
Up the driveway stood a large home constructed mainly of brick, it had large windows and quite the charm about it. Lining the large front door were rows upon rows of the brightest of flowers and shrubbery. For being only a man whom resided in the home it had quite the woman's touch about it. A man opened the door and Capone stepped out before turning and offering a hand out for the young woman.
Perhaps it was not the best of ideas Chloe had ever come up with.
Chloe did not smoke and quite frankly, she would not be comfortable riding in the same car with a man who blew the smoke out in and her face.
To her, she was doing herself a good service.
However the man in the front seat's face did not look good.
His mouth was open wide enough like he was going to catch flies and this gave Chloe the shivers knowing now full well she was going to get into the deepest trouble. She was not wrong.
Within seconds, Alphonse lent over and reached out only to grab Chloe by her beautiful, slender neck and stared deep into her eyes to which she stared right back.
[i "You're pretty Chloe, but if you ever so much as think of doing something stupid like that again I'll rip your fucking throat out."]
[b "You wont hurt me..."] she muttered as good as she could considering she had a hand upon her throat.
The grip soon loosend and Chloe placed a hand upon her chest and coughed before rubbing her neck with her fingertips only to listen once more of Alphonse opening his mouth and spoke.
[i "You have information about Mr. Luciano that I'm going to need, and don't for a minute think that those lips are going to remain closed on the subject. I have my ways of making people tell me what it is I want to know."]
[b "I hate to say it...Alphonse, but I don't know anything about my Frankie. He does not tell me anything and I like that he doesn't..."] she spoke, staring at Capone and not looking away. [b "If I knew anything, K wouldn't tell you. You can beat me, torture me, sexually assult or emotionally scar me, but I wont ...be known as a squealer..."]
The way Capone looked upon her was as if she was prey.
Chloe could no longer count the times she prayed for a decent man to come along and treat her like a Queen with respect, kindness and love.
[b [+purple "No. I don't smoke.."]] Capone, having been denied in his offer simply shook it off before placing it between his lips. Before he could light it though the woman snatched it, tossing it out of the cars window. [b [+purple "And neither should you..."]]
The male, with his head still bleeding in the front seat could not hide his shock and surprise, his mouth flew open. Capone however didn't flinch, instead he stared like a statue toward the front of the car. An entire moment had passed before he finally turned his gaze toward the woman and cleared his throat before his eyes tensed and with a quick, stern hand he wrapped his fingers around the small of her throat, [b "You're pretty Chloe, but if you ever so much as think of doing something stupid like that again I'll rip your fucking throat out."]
He looked into each of her eyes before slowly he removed his hand from around her neck and adjusted himself in his suit. [b "Apparently Frankie doesn't keep a firm hand on his woman anymore."] he spoke toward the other male of which his mouth remained open.
[b "I'm sure that by now you are wondering why you are even here."] he turned to the dame once more, [b "You have information about Mr. Luciano that I'm going to need, and don't for a minute think that those lips are going to remain closed on the subject. I have my ways of making people tell me what it is I want to know."] his eyes trailed down from her eyes to her chest she had covered in fur.
Right at that very moment, Chloe was afraid.
Afraid of what would happened to her if she misbehaved or was nagging which was a common trait of a woman, something they would tend to be offended by if the male spoke up about it.
Chloe spoke on doing anything for him, giving him anything and she could of because she was Frankie's partner a d had access to things. Money but not that much. Alcohol, but again not that much. Chloe seemed to be able to get her hands on things but not as much. Seemed Frankie did not trust her all to well.
[i "Your offer is tempting dollface, but please sit back and shut up will you."]
With those words, Chloe bit her lower lip and looked away and did what she was told, becoming silent while her ears heard the snicking in the front seat before a clash upon the drivers head from Alphonse's own hand.
Sitting closer to the door, Chloe breathed in deep and remained silent, covering her chest with her fur coat.
[i "There's not better way to end a day than with a cigar, would you like one?"]
[b "No. I don't smoke.."] Chloe replied as she knew she could due to the question that Capone asked. However within a few seconds, Chloe winded down her window and quickly snatched the cigar from Capone's hand and tossed it outside the window where it landed in a puddle as the car continued to move. [b "And neither should you..."]
Capone gave Frankie another look but the man had not moved, his mouth still strung open in shock, his face still pale as snow. Shaking his head Alphonse simply pulled the collar of his suit and got into the seat of the car. The car that had only moments ago pulled the young dame, Frankie's dame into it against her will.
[+purple [b "Look. I'll get you and give you whatever you want. Please just let me go."]] she plead.
Raising his brow Alphonse smile only widened, [b "Your offer is tempting dollface, but please sit back and shut up will you."]
The blonde haired man in the passengers seat let out a cackle that resulted in a hard pistol whip to the back of his head. [b "No one asked for your input."] Al spoke harshly. He had zero tolerance for juvenile humor or behavior, his gang was filled with men of power, position and dignity.
[b "Take us to the house."] he said harshly before pulling a cigar from his jacket pocket and smelling it carefully, [b "There's not better way to end a day than with a cigar, would you like one?"]
Chloe was indeed a very smart girl.
A smart girl to know what she was getting herself into when it came to dating Frankie, but also very smart enough not to talk about it to anyone or anything.
The last thing she wanted was to get concrete boots and sleep with the fishes so, pretending to be dumb and pretend that nothing was happening while looking the other way was something she needed to do if she wanted to save her life.
Standing outside by the front door of the club, the flickers of light could be seen through the glass of the tommy guns that spread throughout the club like wild fire. People screamed inside. People screamed outside and ducked for cover to protect themselves from the bullets.
Chloe was one of them.
[i "Looks like your club has fallen Mr. Luciano."]
Chloe listened to Capone's words to Frankie but before she could open her mouth for a scream to to say something, the body of the young female was whisked away, grabbed by the waist and was pulled into a car that drove by to where she got into the backseat and scurried back to the door and watched as Capone himself got into the backseat and the car rolled away fast.
If this man could do something like this in public, she could not imagine on what he would do to her.
[b "Look. I'll get you and give you whatever you want. Please just let me go."] Chloe muttered, still backed up against the door from the inside of the car, trying to stay away from Capone. Trying not to be the next target.
Outside the club Alphonse Gabriel Capone was toe to toe, eyes glaring and fists ready for a fight with notorious Frankie Luciano. A man whom had made a name for himself, such a name that would instill fear into the tallest of men. But Capone was a hardheaded man and stubborn as a mule. He knew that if he was to crawl from underneath the heels of Johnny Torio he was going to have to get used to being toe to toe with men such as Frank.
Inside the club men were scattered throughout, hidden; blended. They were armed beneath well tailored suits and heavy cologne. They were prepared to shake the very roots of Frankie and his men. Under the orders of Capone they were to shoot up the place, shake down a few broads and break a few bones.
[b "I want this to be a clean job boys, and by clean I mean I want it to shake Frankie to his core. Remember, you can go a long way with a smile. But you can go a lot further with a smile and a gun."] Capone spoke to the six men he had gathered together. It was a club that Al wanted and a club that he was going to have. After having been watching Luciano for several months Capone knew his every move. He knew where he preferred to eat, to fuck and to drink gin.
Looking into the eyes of each of his chosen few he knew that he had chosen well. That the evening was going to go just the way he wanted it to. With one last look he tightened the tie on his neck and made his way down the streets of Chicago, smiling his smile and laying on the charm that had won the hearts of many.
Glancing at one another, young Derek was the first to draw his weapon, a colt .38 revolver, Capones weapon of choice. He aimed it towards the VIP table before letting of the first round. It was matched with five more coming from the other men, before long the entire club was echoing with the backfire of a hairy trigger and the screams of men and women fearing for their lives.
Outside Capone merely smiled, [b "Looks like your club has fallen Mr. Luciano."]
At this point a car filled with Capone's men had pulled up to the curb, grabbing the young dame and whisking her behind its doors before the tires screeched against pavement. People from the club swarmed around them but Capone could only see the pale face of Frankie staring towards his club and back to him. Seeing him this way only caused the man to laugh, he was just as weak as some of the men Capone had killed for Johnny, how could this man be the man that so many before him had feared to cross.
Alphonse felt that familiar twinge in his hand when Frankie spoke to him in sich a manor. Had it not been for the presence of a woman he would have listened to that twinge and tested Frankies words. Instead he watched with tight lip as the two stepped out of the club toward a car. But it was in that brief moment before the doors closed behind them that Capone saw those beautiful eyes looking back at him. [b "Fuck it"] he mumbled before pushing his way out towards the car.
[b "Let me.make myself perfectly fucking clear"] he began [b "You must have been mistaken by my hospitality earlier, but the lady and I werent through with our conversation"]
Fearless and resdy for a fight Alphonse stood toe to toe with the man. His hand balled into a tight fist but his facr as calm as a sleeping child. Sure, he knew who Frankie was and exactly what he was capable of, but he didnt care. What Frankie had in wealth and power he lacked in knowledge. He had no idea that Capone was merely the distraction. Just behind the curtain where Chloe had been singing Johnny and his gang were undergoing an entire take over.
[i "Perhaps you didn't see me talking to the lady back there, I'm Al."]
He didn't just do what she thought he did.
Chloe was a mere teenager when she met Frankie. A school girl, she became swept up in the lap of luxury after a chance meeting of the Mob Boss at a public diner on a weekday after school.
It was an odd pairing indeed. A girl at sixteen hanging off a man that was old enough to be her Father.
It was then she should of known that their love affair was not as good as it seemed. It was wrong just as much as Frankie was dangerous.
One thing was for damn sure, no one ever stopped Frankie dead in his tracks and speak to him in such an ill matter.
Stopping dead in her tracks by the front door of the club, Chloe turned and stared upon the mystery man, eyes wide as she was in shock that this man seemed not to know who Frankie was.
[b "Perhaps you did not hear me earlier. We were leaving. And for the future, you do not place a hand upon my property unless you wish to lose that hand.."] Frankie spoke harshly and glared upon Alphonse before he turned and grabbed Chloe by the arm and put her forward before pushing her out of the door. [b "Move it!..."]
She was going to get it when she got home.
Another nice slap across the face was coming and all because she stood there and let another man touch her in a way that was gentle and in a way she desperately longed for.
Chloe remained silent as she wandered to the car that waited outside in the snow but turned her head and glanced at Al for a single moment before she was directed to get into the car.
[i "Yes there is, but I hardly think your the man who can give it to me..."] She certainly was a fire of a girl, but that only made Capone all the more interested. He watched the way her eyebrow rose and saw the little sparkle in her eyes when he touched her. It was like she hadn't been touched in a very, very long time.
[+purple "Chloe! Who is this?..."] Frankie, everyone knew who he was. Last Capone heard he had picked up a street sickness from some dame and it left him reeling. [+purple "Let's go, we're leaving.."] Seeing the way he snatched her arm as though she were a piece of property rather than a woman made the blood in Al's body rage with anger.
But it was Capone's schooling, both inadequate and brutal at a Catholic institution beset with violence that marred the impressionable young man. Despite having been a promising student, he was expelled at the age of 14 for hitting a female teacher, and never went back.
Alphonse was no stranger to brothel scrapes, back in August of 1917 Capone was enjoying a few drinks at the Harvard Inn. He had tried, and failed several times to swoon a woman he had been watching from afar. As his last fair well he walked up to the woman and said, [b “I’ll tell you one thing, you got a nice ass honey and I mean that as a compliment.”]
Her brother, having heard the remark demanded an apology from Capone for the remark. Capone wasn’t having it, telling the man he was only joking around.
This is when the situation got dicey. You see, the guy was only five foot six and slight of build and was now attempting to defend his sister’s honor by going toe to toe with the five foot eleven, very beefy Capone. Being at something of a disadvantage physically, he decided to escalate the situation beyond fists and pulled out his knife, slashing at Capone, and managing to get in three cuts to Capone’s face and upper neck before Capone went down. That was how Capone got his nick name, Scarface. A name he would forever hate.
Capone walked right up to the couple and tapped Frankie on the shoulder, [b "Perhaps you didn't see me talking to the lady back there, I'm Al."] He stared coldly into Frankie's eyes and waited for him to make his move.
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