The night I saw her, and the week following that was pure torture.
All I could think about is her and how I could know more about her other than her how her alluring aura could make any man fall to their knees. I did not just desire her, I wanted her to be only mine and that was an interesting feeling.
She intrigued me.
I wait outside Frankie's club so that I can discuss business, unlike the other night it is uncannily quiet. Perhaps since it was a weekday people may be still at work at this hour. But as I stand in the eerie silence I hear the clacking of heels in the background, I turn around to see Amanda approaching the club I feel a smile creep on to my face and the steady pulse of mine quickens.
I hear the unlocking of the door to the club and she approaches the door so I step aside and motioned for her to go first she stares, her gaze indifferent and passes first. As she passes I get a whiff of her perfume, "Tulips",I said under my breath she stops mid-doorway for a moment, slightly turns her head as if she had heard what I said and for a brief moment stayed that way before moving ahead seconds later.
The night was still a long way from arriving so the club was mostly getting cleaned and setup I sit at the bar while she was practicing her setlist and I just stared at her whilst sipping on my beverage, suddenly I feel a tap on my shoulder, "You enjoying the view", I laugh recognising the voice, "Certainly am", I turn around to greet Frankie with a smile, he sits in the seat next to me and motions to the bartender to pour him a drink. He turns to me,"We call her the Queen for a reason", I grin, "She's very uptight",I look at Frankie, "Pretty much", I chuckle while he confirms my theory, "Well I would be willing to put her on a pedestal nonetheless", "Well someone got you whipped, if I were you I wouldn't trust a woman that easily they can be very sneaky", I listen thinking nothing of it then but as I was leaving the club I decided to heed his warning.
I walk on the sidewalk, cars racing by, my mind lost in thought wondering if being in my line of work allowed me to have these feelings. It's nothing like any other I have experienced: lust,wanting,attraction, there's something different about these feelings I desire her, but this feels more like a longing, than just simple salacity. As I am walking I smell cigarettes and booze, I turn into the alleyway a couple buildings away from the club and I see a woman sitting on the ground, smoking, clothes torn, hair messed up and bruised while there was just a little bit of light in the alleyway, the perfume smelt familiar, "Tulips", i whispered under my breath filling with worry and anxiety, hoping. "What happened to you?", I move closer to her expressing my concern she shows gives me a cold expressionless stare, and takes a hit of her cigarette before blowing the smoke into my face and rejecting my help gets up and straightens herself up and as she was about to walk out of the alley she turns back to me and with a scary glare she said, "You saw nothing", she proceeds to walk towards the club as I was about to leave the alley i hear groans behind the dumpster behind me i turn slightly intrigued as I moved closer to the noise i look behind the dumpster and find one of Frank's men groaning in pain on bags of trash, the pain caused from the glass shards in his groin. Putting two and two together I laugh thinking she may be the most interesting woman i have ever met.
"THAT WOMAN IS CRAZY!! Call Frankie I ought to…. ".
Not paying attention to the scum I smile thinking to myself is this what love feels like. As the scoundrel keeps screaming I turn back to him in annoyance, "Oh shut up!", his screams turn to groans i crouch down in front of him, "Was it worth it", he looks at me confused, "Touching her, feeling her, being near her", he chuckles, "Glass in groin, no, but she was pretty nice", I smile a wicked thinking to myself how could sad excuse for life come close enough to touch such an angel, "Do you have any family…What's your name?", "Leo, but yeah a grandma, why do you ask?", I chuckled lowly, "Good I'll make sure to send your head last", with that I shoot him dead center into his skull with my revolver.
The next day at Frankie's bar, I feel something at the back of my neck the I hear a click, "Why'd you kill him Henry", "Because he's scum and i don't do business with scum, makes me feel dirty", I turn to face the barrel of Frankie's revolver dead center between my skull i take a sip of my whisky before putting the glass down, "She's just a girl, why kill my men over such a…", "A women I respect…And you of all people should know respect is not easily earned", with that his resolve to kill me waivered i saw it in his eyes, "He touched a woman I respected and that was not something i could stand for", looking him dead center in his eyes he was contemplating his choices, "He was my best man", "He was the worst of sewage", with the look of frustration and regret Frankie lowered his gun, "You are alive for now because i respect your choices but you pull a stunt like this again you'll be dead quicker than the devil can get you.
Frankie storms off up the stairs to his office. I watch him storm off, "Never took you for a fool", I turn around to find Amanda sitting at the bar sipping her wine, legs crossed, leaning forward towards the bar, her figure more defined. I can't stop my eyes from scanning her body and smirking. "Take a picture it'll last longer", I find myself back to reality chuckling at her comment, slightly embarrassed, "What do you mean by fool?", i asked curiously, "someone who would risk their life for someone they barely know", "Then let me get to know you", I move towards her, "Yet as arrogant as ever I see", making my way next to her I can see a slight grin on her lips, "He deserved it", I look towards her to see her grin fade away and her eyes turn to sorrow as she looks down at her wine she holds her glass and shakes it in a circular motion she leans back into her bar stool and gulps the rest of the wine in one go and puts it down asking for another glass from the bartender, "I don't regret you killing that bastard", I look at her waiting for what she says next, "I regret not killing him myself", with that she sips on her current wine I look and all of a sudden I find myself chuckling lowly wondering how i met such a woman.
For the rest of the time we were at the bar we sat in silence for a bit while drinking before she went to perform she came closer to my ear and whispered, "Come to my room later, second floor third door to the right, come at midnight that's when everyone is asleep", I nodded and acted composed with cool eyes but on the inside I was nervous, excited and jittery, she moves away from my ear and puts her hand on my shoulder and as she walks away she glides her from my shoulder to my neck to my other shoulder revealing her gentle, as she walked away i found myself watching her her body swaying seductively with every step, "God I can't wait for tonight".