Chapter 5
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F or several minutes, I waited alone at the bar, shifting my weight from one foot to the other and rubbing my lips together. Was I screwy to go somewhere alone with Enzo? What would he say to Joey? How did he even know who Joey was? Had he been watching us?
“Can I buy you a drink, doll?” said a voice to my left. The guy was blond, round-shouldered and burly, with pink pimply skin.
“No, thanks. I’m waiting for someone.”
“I’m someone.”
“Just leave me alone.” I turned away from him.
“You can’t come to Club 23 and be alone. At least let me get you a drink.”
“Fine,” I said, mostly to get rid of him. He snapped to get the bartender’s attention while I kept my eyes on the crowd, watching for Enzo.
In a moment, my pimply admirer tapped my shoulder and handed me an ominously clear martini. “Here ya go. Best juice in the house.”
“Thanks.” I took it from him but didn’t drink .
He lit a cigarette. “Your fella didn’t show yet, huh? He shouldn’t leave a pretty young thing like you unattended.” Leaning toward me, he exhaled in my face.
I coughed and fanned the air between us. “Listen. I don’t want to be rude, but I’ve told you already to leave me alone.”
He laughed again, an annoying little heh-heh- heh that sounded like my car when it wouldn’t start. “Why don’t ya get to know me before you give me the boot? Name’s Harry.”
“Now I know you. I still want you to beat it.”
“Not too friendly, are ya, kid?” Harry reached out and traced a line from my neck down one shoulder.
Recoiling with a scowl, I threw my drink in his face. While he sputtered in shock, a hand came down on his arm and spun him around.
“Get the fuck out of here,” Enzo growled.
Harry mopped his face with his sleeve. “Enzo. I didn’t realize.” He scowled at me before backing up and losing himself in the crowd.
Enzo took the empty glass from my hand. “Can I get you another drink?”
“No, thank you.” Between the whisky I’d imbibed at the table and the difficulty I had walking in these high heels, I was impaired enough. Not to mention the way Enzo’s dark eyes and slow smiles threw me off balance. I leaned against the bar for support. “Did you speak to my friend?”
“It’s all taken care of.”
I found it hard to believe Joey had let him off so easily. And a little disappointing, frankly. “What did he say?”
“Oh, he threatened my general well-being, as well as some specific body parts, if any harm should come to you.” He took my arm, more gently this time, and led me around the bar. “I promised to return you to him in twenty minutes, unmolested.”
I was beginning to regret turning down a drink.
He pushed open a door behind the bar, and we entered a room filled with crates, boxes and sacks of alcohol. “Is all this yours?” I asked, impressed.
“Yes.” He guided me to the back and opened another door.
I hesitated before entering the dark, narrow space. “What’s this?”
“It’s the quickest way to the office.”
“Whose office?”
“My father’s.”
“Will he be there too?”
Enzo looked at me sideways. “I’m a grown man, Tiny. My father doesn’t need to know everything I do.” He pulled me into the tunnel, closing the door behind us. Gasping at the complete darkness, I grabbed his arm.
He laughed, and a second later, I heard the flick of his lighter. The little flame created a small sphere of light, illuminating his sculpted features from below. “Better?”
No. You’re too handsome. And too close. “Yes.” I released his arm. Stepping gingerly on the balls of my feet, I walked beside him down the long, narrow passageway. The walls were raw planks of wood, and the ground was hard-packed dirt. Our footsteps made no sound. No one knows where I am.
“So what’s your real name, anyway?” His tone was friendly and curious, as if we were out for an evening stroll in the park and not sneaking through a subterranean passage beneath an illegal club.
“Uh, it’s Frances, but I’ve always been called Tiny.” Pay attention to your surroundings. Keep it friendly. “When I was born, I was so small I fit into a cigar box.”
He chuckled again, chipping away at my antagonism. “Really?”
I nodded as we veered left; another tunnel snaked to the right. They must run beneath the entire building. “These tunnels must come in handy.”
“Always good to have more than one way out these days. Do you supply any clubs?”
“A few. Mostly Al Murphy’s places. But his speaks don’t have this kind of hidden access. I wish they did. It would make deliveries a lot easier.”
“I imagine so. Watch your step here.” Enzo’s voice was steady as he took my arm, guiding me through a door into a narrow stairwell. From there I followed him up rough-hewn steps on shaky legs, wishing there was a rail to hold onto.
At the top of the stairs we emerged into a dimly lit wood-paneled hallway. “This way.” Enzo tugged my arm to the right. A quick look behind me revealed that the door we’d come through blended into the wall so well, I wasn’t sure I could find it again. At the end of the hall, Enzo unlocked a door and stood back so I could enter. He locked it again behind us, and my skin tingled when he brushed by me. A moment later, he switched on a lamp across the room.
The office looked like any businessman’s—a large mahogany desk with two red leather chairs in front of it, thick gold velvet curtains over the windows, and a sideboard along the back wall functioning as a bar.
“We’d best be quick about this.” He picked up the telephone on the desk.
To my dismay, he spoke in Italian when the call was put through. I caught only a few words— ragazza, padre, parlare . When Vince was alive, he’d tried to teach me a few things, but I hadn’t paid close attention, a fact I now regretted.
“Tiny?” Enzo held the phone out to me.
My stomach tightened as I took the earpiece from him. I laid my purse on the desk and picked up the candlestick base. “Hello?”
“Tiny. Is that you?” It was Daddy’s voice. I was sure of it, although it was weak and raw.
“Yes, it’s me.” Willing myself not to dissolve into tears, I asked, “Are you all right?”
Silence. “Yes. I’m sorry, Tiny?—”
“I’m taking care of everything, Daddy. I?—”
“Enough!” barked a new voice in my ear.
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“No! Put him back on,” I begged. I looked helplessly at Enzo, who took the phone and finished up the call in Italian.
“Satisfied?” He set the phone down and raised his eyebrows at me.
“I guess.” At least I knew Daddy was still alive, and conscious enough to speak on the phone. My job now was to get the money. But even if I sold the twelve cases I’d pick up tomorrow night, I’d need to sell seventeen more to come up with five grand by Tuesday. It couldn’t be done—I needed more time. But what leverage did I have to bargain with?
I looked at Enzo, my mind and heart racing.
No. You can’t.
“We should go. I promised to return you within twenty minutes.” Enzo gave me that slow smile, which made my belly go hollow. “And I do rather value those body parts your friend threatened.”
“Right.” I licked my lips as I walked to the door, and Enzo waited until I reached it before turning off the lamp. His silhouette came closer in the darkness, and my insides tightened.
Oh yes, I can.
“If you’ll move, I’ll unlock the door,” he said.
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Fear and some other untamable feeling buzzed through me. “No.”
“No?”
“We still have five minutes.” I rushed forward and threw my arms around his neck, crushing my lips to his. For a moment he was stunned; I heard his keys hit the floor. Then strong arms locked around my back, and his mouth opened wide over mine, his tongue lashing inside with deep, demanding strokes. My body ignited in a way I hadn’t anticipated. Keep your senses. This is just a ploy. You’re angry with him. Our mouths battled each other with such ferocity I couldn’t breathe, and I imagined the fire between us consuming all the oxygen in the room. He tasted like temptation— whisky and smoke .
Pressing my forearms against his shoulders, I jumped up and wrapped my legs around his waist. Enzo pushed my back up against the door, his hands slipping beneath my dress to the undersides of my legs, his fingers gripping the bare skin above my stockings. Gasping, I squeezed his torso between my thighs as his mouth traveled across my face and down my neck. His fingers edged inside the lace of my step- in, teasing the soft pink folds at my center while his tongue lingered in the hollow at the base of my throat.
Something deep and powerful surged within me. Threading my fingers through his dark hair, I pulled his head back and we stared hard at each other before our mouths slammed together once more. He shifted my weight under one arm and found the side fasteners of my dress with the other.
Somehow, he undid seven hooks and eyes with one hand.
His fingers slipped inside my dress and pressed against the bare skin on my lower back. Then he swung me away from the door and moved to the desk, setting me on its edge with my dress bunched up around my hips. Standing between my knees, he ran his hands up my pale white thighs, which glowed in the dark above my stockings. My chest heaved with ragged breaths as he shrugged off his coat and loosened his tie. My hands itched to touch him, to travel under starched cotton and over hot skin, to reach low and feel exactly how he wanted me. To know for certain what he could to do to me, if I let him. For a moment, I forgot every circumstance that brought me here and nearly reached for the buttons on his trousers.
But only for a moment.
“Enzo,” I whispered instead, gripping the edge of the desk. “We can’t.”
He put his hands on my buttocks and pulled me flush against him. “You said we had five minutes.” He pressed the hard length of his cock between my legs.
Oh God, that feels so good. I struggled for control. “It’s been five minutes. And neither of us wants to get caught here. ”
He paused. “You’re right. Besides, what I’d like to do to you takes more than five minutes.”
My heart thumped wildly as he backed off. I brought my knees together and tried to gather my wits. Ask him. Now. I took a deep breath. “I need more time too.”
“Oh?” He sounded amused as he picked up his coat and slipped it back on, as if he thought I’d been referring to sex.
Dropping to my feet, I fastened my dress with trembling fingers. “Yes. More time to come up with the first five grand.”
He froze for a second before adjusting his collar. “Is that what we’re doing here?”
“Couldn’t you intervene for me? Ask for more time?”
“Why would I do that?” His words were cool and even.
My spine stiffened. “I thought you liked me.”
He didn’t answer right away. “I’ll admit there’s something I find hard to resist about you,” he finally said, pulling a handkerchief from a pocket inside his coat. He wiped the lipstick off his mouth before handing it to me. “So I’ll tell you that as long as you do what’s asked of you, no one gets hurt.” The look in his eyes was razor-sharp. “But don’t mistake attraction for affection.”
His words infuriated me, but fear tempered my reaction. “What if I can’t do what’s asked of me?”
He walked away, picked up his keys from where they’d dropped and unlocked the door. When he pulled it open, the light from the hallway spilled in, washing him in gold. He watched as I quickly wiped my mouth and smoothed my hair, uncomfortable under his scrutiny. “Don’t underestimate yourself, Tiny. Nobody else is.”
Joey was waiting for me near the club entrance. Chin jutted. Eyebrows furrowed. At the sight of us, he released his crossed arms and puffed up his chest a bit, but relief eased his features .
“I see that your date is glad to have you back in one piece,” said Enzo from behind me. Since I’d asked for more time, his disposition had been all business. No wink-and-smile banter, no flirty innuendo, and no touching. Was he actually angry, thinking I’d kissed him under false pretenses? Maybe he did like me—at least more than he was willing to admit.
I glanced over my shoulder. “I never said he was my date.”
“In any case, I’ve returned you as promised, and —”
“Not exactly.” I turned and walked backward a few steps. “I believe you promised to return me unmolested .” The barest flicker of fire crossed his face.
“You ready to go, Tiny?” Joey did his best to stand tall, although Enzo had a couple inches on him. In a fight, though, I might bet on Joey. He just looked hungrier.
“Yes.” I locked eyes with Enzo. “We’re through. For tonight anyway.”
“Enjoy the rest of your evening.” Enzo nodded at us before turning on his heel and striding away.
“What the hell was that about?” Joey demanded.
“Just business.” I watched Enzo go behind the bar, pour himself two fingers of whisky and down it. Then he poured another.
Ha, so I did get to you.
He looked over at me then, and when our eyes met, I vividly recalled his fingers on my bare legs, sliding higher. My thighs clenched involuntarily, and I sucked in my breath.
“Doesn’t look that way to me.” Joey grabbed my elbow. “Let’s get out of here. Now.” He was rough, tugging me toward the exit as if I were an unruly child.
I jerked my arm from his. “Quit it! I said I was ready to go, you don’t have to grab me.”
Joey’s lower jaw slid forward but he said nothing—not a word until we were halfway home. “So are you going to tell me what he said or not?”
“What who said? ”
“Angel!” Joey thumped the steering wheel with the heel of his hand.
“Oh. Right.” With difficulty I shoved the memory of Enzo’s torso between my legs from my mind. “Uh, he said I have three days to bring him five thousand dollars.”
“What? That’s crazy.”
“I know it’s crazy,” I snapped. “That’s why I was trying to play nice with Enzo.”
“Ha.” He turned the car so abruptly I had to grab the dash to stay upright.
“It is! He let me speak with Daddy on the telephone. Then I asked him if he would intervene for me with his father, ask for more time.”
“Why would he do that?”
I bristled. “Maybe he likes me.”
Joey snorted. “Sure he does. So will he do it? Intervene, I mean?”
I turned my face to the window.
“That’s what I thought.”
Somehow I was as angry with Joey for saying that as I was with Enzo for denying my request. I tried to think up a sharp remark but failed.
Joey turned onto my street. “Did you talk to Blaise?”
“Yes. Twelve cases, after dark tomorrow night.” “And you’ve got the money?”
“Yes. It’s everything I’ve made this summer so far.” The words tasted bitter in my mouth.
“I’ll meet you at the docks at nine thirty.” He pulled into my driveway, and I faced him.
“I don’t need you, you know. I can do this myself,” I lied.
“I said , I’ll meet you at nine.” He stared straight ahead.
“Fine.”
“Fine!”
“Good night, then!” I opened the door and slid out. I was about to slam it shut when he looked over at me.
“Tiny. ”
“What.”
“You can’t trust him.”
I lifted an eyebrow. “This from the boy who stole my underwear for profit.”
“That was a long time ago.”
“Yeah, well, I have a good memory.”
Joey focused his attention out the front window again.
I slammed the car door and went inside.
After checking on the girls, I undressed and washed off my makeup. When I was in my nightgown and under the covers, I lay awake, staring at the ceiling. Angel’s deadline loomed above me like the blade of a guillotine. And Enzo’s refusal to intercede on my behalf cut deep, especially after what had happened between us.
Don’t trust him , Joey said. And I didn’t, not one bit. But I couldn’t stop thinking about him.
I didn’t even try.