GoodFellas

Happy birthday ||

Amelias POV

Loving, is easy, it's the disconnection that's really hard.

I could smell the scent of pineapple and lavender radiating from my skin, I got done shopping hours ago but I needed time to myself to recollect my thoughts, and go for a walk.
Just to think, and realize where I am right now in my point of life.
I have everything, Don't I? Or am I just a Woman who can't feel or love anyone? It's the little things that kills my head.
Stop, no more negativity, None of that.
You got this Amelia.
Deep breath.

I tossed my hair into a high curly ponytail. My makeup looked nice, not too dark just blended to the extent of elegance. My dress, is one of the best ones I've picked out so far, with the burgundy tied together with black white and pink, I loved how lavishing it felt on my soft silky skin, It was meant to be a ballroom dress, For dancing.
I picked this dress so I could have movement to fight and well being free in general.
I choose comfort more than anything. I glanced at my shoes, which were 4.5 pumps, Just enough heel, Just enough for me to walk around in and not have my feet being sore by the end of the night.
I reached for my glass, pouring bourbon and adding cherries to it, I raised it to my lips bringing it to my nose, I can smell, the Hard Mellowed Bourbon, and the sweet cherries, That give it the consistency of flavor all rolled into one. Delicate as that is for me I took a drink,

Alcohol, tastes, Good. I can feel the burn passing down my throat into my stomach.

I coughed, before eating the cherries out of my cup.
"Fuck, that was rough. Yet I liked it". I say to myself.
Is it time? To leave my room and meet everyone to the Restaurant??

Earlier Jimmy and Paulie cleared out a place just for me. It's the best of the best.

Paulie the father figure of my family, Jimmy the stubborn uncle and Henry? Just Henry, I don't know what he means to me.
Is that where I'm at with him, He cares for me, we do have long conversations, He's just Henry.

"Knock knock".
I heard a deep voice say, I looked over my shoulder. "Marcus?".
We got into a argument prior to last week, he confessed his feelings to me, But I didn't have the same feelings back. Things felt different with him, I can feel that energy in the room.
Did I feel bad??
Yes, I shouldn't have blown up on Marcus like that, but it is something I came control.

"Hey I just wanted to Say-".
"Don't say sorry, It wouldn't have worked for us anyways Amelia. You're mafia royalty. I'm just the man who does the dirty work; and takes care of you".
I gulped down and folded my arms to the chest,
His demon quickly changing, "You're my buddy, and you work for me, surely things won't be different".
I say softly, Marcus nodded.
He wore a dark navy suit, black suede shoes and a Navy bowtie.
His newspaper bag in blue as well, Marcus looked well put together and handsome. "Enough of that; Today is your birthday. So let's get it started".
I smiled.
"I think we need some liquor to get us started don't you think Marcus?".

"Buzzed assholes today?". He asks
I nod,
"You can be the buzzes asshole, I'm going to be slightly drunk".

Marcus chuckles, "Are you going to be like this during the Heist tomorrow?".
Oh fuck, the heist, I have plan I think, Well I know I'm going to make some Motherfuckers suffer tomorrow.

"We shall see, but for now take one".
I handed him his glass adding cherries into his bourbon,
"Cherries huh?".
"Yea, it helps with the sour sweet flavor"
Obliged he is, Marcus took a drink.

"That's rich inside and out, Now that is a Linton drink".

"Your welcome".

"Alright I am your escort to the Restaurant, Should we get going it is almost 6 o clock, Are we running on Mobster time?".