Standing infront of the bar, in front of Claudia sat a black town car that was stationary near the gutter and before long - a door opened and a young gentleman stepped out, walked around and carefully grabbed her things before placing them in the trunk of the car.

Inside, was Giovanni.
The heartless man who was making the poor girl fend for herself.

Sauntering to the car, placing a single hand into the young man's own - there Claudia stepped into the car and sat down slowly - placing her feet into the car before the door closed.
It was the only choice. I shouldnt die at the hand of you or your pathetic minions...

Turning her head, there ears perked up and she listened to Giovanni intently, as her eyes stared out the window and the moving scenery.
At this point Claudia didnt know what to say to him.
Evertything that seemed to come out of her mouth only made him angrier and it made her closer to dying.

Just drop me off home Giovanni. Im getting tired. she muttered softly.

As Giovanni had told Claudia, there was a car waiting for her. It was a common town car with a driver, who hopped about, and ran to her side, taking her backs, he threw they in the trunk, then opened the door, allowing the woman to enter. Inside the back seat, there sat the Godfather himself, who smiled, "I am glad to see you made the right choice. Don't be sad, though." He told her, patting the seat right next to him for her to sit.

"I'm relocating as well. Seems someone let a rat into our bar last night." He pulled out a bloody ring from his pocket, and admired it, "I hate having to do it this way, but..." His voice trailed off, and he stuck the ring back into his pocket. "I'm not sure if they saw me, but I would prefer to leave this place while my head is still on my shoulders."

The car slowly pulled away, and headed for the middle of the windy city. The snow was coming down heavier now, and a cool chill ran through the car as Giovanni opened his window, pulling out a cigar, which he lit and stuck to his lips. "It's a shame really," he noted dryly, looking out the window as his bar faded into the snow. "I am really going to miss that place."

Giovanni wouldn't, however. The new club he was opening was twice as big. It was covered up by an old, ran down, slaughterhouse. In the basement, preparations were already being made. The stage had gone up, as did the bar. The poker tables were put in, and the place was being furnished. This would be one of the biggest and most luxurious undercover bars in Chicago.

Being cut off from the glance of the Man who was offered the drink by bulkier men in suits, Claudia raised her eyebrow and turned her head only for her eyes to stare at Giovanni, watching him smoke his cigar in such a posh way.

What? I have been replaced?!

This was something did never thought she would hear.
Not from Giovanni.
She was his muse.
Claudia and Giovanni were somwhat, lovers.
Great sex was something she was going to miss.

As she was about to say another word, it was there when a woman walked onto the stage and Claudia eyed her carefully and gave off a small growl.

Pack my bags? Gladly...

Moving off the seat, there she pushed through the barricade of men and walked off - running her fingers through her hair in a huff to the back.
Stepping into her room, there she screamed - grabbing a vase from the table and tossed it against the wall before packing her things.

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Minutes later, Claudia was escorted out of the club, bags in her hand.
Fucking rat.... she muttered, as she stood there, in the cold - feeling and seeing the snow fall.

Giovanni eyed the girl suspiciously, "You are not needed here anymore," he told her, somewhat angered by the woman's refusal. "If you were, I would not have asked you to go," a grin rushed over Giovanni's face, and he patted the woman's leg, ignoring the dress slip, "You have already been replaced." He told her, looking into her eyes with a now serious glance.

The band on stage quieted down, and the lights dimmed. A young woman walked on stage, and almost mirrored the act Claudia had performed. "Sure, she isn't as good," He told her, shrugging nonchalantly, "but the crowd wants fresh and new. One act can't last forever." He smiled, shaking his head, "I believe you will reconsider."

Giovanni put his cigar out on his ice cubes, and stood up, turning away, "There will be a car waiting outside in an hour. Pack you bags." He began to walk away, but stopped, turning his head just enough for Claudia to see a sadistic smile, "And if you refuse my offer again..." He chuckled with the same sadistic tone, "It'll be a small loss on my part." And with that, the Godfather exited through the back door of the bar.

Outside his car was waiting, and once safe inside, his driver took off, taking The Don, and every hope Claudia had to persuade him to change his mind, with them. The Don's threats were not empty ones. The poor girl had two choices: Go, or die.

Dale's eyebrows also furrowed in surprise when he overheard about the new club. He stopped with his drink, trying to clear his head from the buzz. He would only take fake sips from now on…

So the Valente family had now expanded into Chicago as well. The Capone family wouldn't be happy. He expected there would be a few more turf wars. This night's whim was turning out more fruitful then he had expected. Lighting the cigar he had been given, he listened on, occasionally chancing a few glances their direction.

Dale almost dropped his cigar when he saw Claudia smiling through lowered lashes, sliding a hand up her thigh. Shit. He did not want to deal with the sexual advances of a Mafia boss' woman. It was only inviting trouble.

Feigning ignorance, he nonchalantly turned away, waiting for an opportunity to leave. Another man approached from the crowd, blocking Claudia and Giovanni from view, taking the distraction, he mingled with the crowd, heading for the exit.

Leaning back slowly, raising her eyebrow - there she listened to Giovanni's words.
A new club?...
Back it up, Big Boy. A new club? Me as a headliner? Whats wrong with this club? What the hell have you done?... she spoke, keeping her eyes on him carefully.

This was different.
Different terrain..
Giovanni never dabbled with different terrain howerver he did love money.


You know its so funny because really, Im the only one youve got to make money in this business. If I up'd and left, then you'd be with nothing.. she muttered, bringing the drink to her lips and sipped the scotch before placing the glass back down onto the counter.
However, I know I cant leave so... Im not going anywhere...

Feeling Giovanni's eyes on her, Claudia rolled her eyes somewhat before turning back, swirling on her seat to face the Big Band stand.
Turning her head to the side, biting her lower lip - there she watched the Man who drank the drink that Giovanni bought.
Turning back only after a moment, there she smiled before running her hand up her thigh - moving her dress up with the motion.

Giovanni smiled, shrugging lightly, "I want you to headline at our new 'club'," he told the woman, chuckling lightly. "If you are there, we will attract much of a crowd." The new club was opening up in the center of Chicago. This was brand new territory for the Valentes', being only acquired two weeks prior. When the Valentes' opened a new bar, it was a big deal; but when Giovanni used the term 'club', it made it even more of an honor.

"We're dabbling in new terrain, and I want to see how much attention we can get. The more people, the more money. I will provide protection, and a chauffeur to get you there. We will be putting on two shows that night and I need you at your best." He smiled, quickly eying her up and down; glance similar to that of a hobbyist looking at his most prized possession, "I can count on you, can't I?" He asked, raising a brow.

Giovanni's offer was not really an offer at all. He knew she wouldn't say no; the pay was high. However, the job was also very dangerous. If Giovanni's plan was spoiled, and the police or FBI showed up, there would be both arrests and casualties. 'A few losses for something great' was the way he'd put it. However, Giovanni was the Godfather, and his word was better than any written contract.

He took a long draw of his cigar, and blew a few smoke rings into the already hazy air of the bar, giving the young women some time to think about it; his eyes not leaving her for a few seconds. Then the bar quieted down as the next act walked onto the stage, a small band. They began to play classical music, and Giovanni spun on his stool to watch them. He slowly brought his glass of whiskey to his lips, and finished it off, letting out a satisfied "aaaahhhh" before setting the glass back on the counter.

Dale was onto his third glass and was caught by surprise as the bartender slid another to him along with a cigar.
"From the boss…" He explained with a gruff smile and a shrug.
Why on earth would Giovanni give him a drink?
He shot a glance at him but he was busy chatting with the woman that he know knew was called Claudia.
The drink wouldn't be spiked would it?
No, he was no reason to suspect me, not drinking would be more suspicious.
He looked into the amber liquid as if he could possibly tell if it was safe, then threw caution to the wind and took a long drink. Ha, nothing but good scotch. He took another drink.

Watching the unknown man look away - his eyes now focusing on his drink - Claudia raised her eyebrow before turning her back.

Miss Kane grew up rather poor.
Her mother was a out of talent showgirl who did tend to sleep around as she was terrbly lonely.
Claudia never knew her father.

It wasnt until she was 16 she ran off from her home wanting to make it big just to obtain money, however she didnt make it to Chicago years later after Giovanni found her.

Sitting at the bar, crossing one long leg over the other - Claudia grabbed her drink and slowly brought the glass to her lips - listening to her Boss speak.
I perform and I make money. How can I not hate it?... she spoke softly, keeping her eyes on him.

Why are you asking such rubbish?...