Mafia's Art [COMPLETED]

4: Him

What Santino did not know, was she was thinking of him too.

Yes, what a turn of events. You see, the day Santino came to view the paintings at Angelo's studio she was there.

Charlene, was her name. The name of her, the girl who holds the interest of the mafia man. The young beauty from the painting which he so treasured so much, in a very short amount of time too.

She was a very multi talented young lady. She was a model, singer and a whole fashion designer. Not to meantion she attended art and culinary school. She was lucky to finish school one year earlier and took a gap year to learn various things as to find herself.

On the day Mr. Ermes came, she had stopped by to talk to Angelo. What she didn't expect was for Santino to drop by. That's when she saw the man too. She had been hiding behind one of the large red curtains separating the rooms. Sneaky. Nosy. Enchanted?

Charlene POV

I moved the curtain I was hiding behind a tinny bit to the side, I was curious. I mean, I know Angelo does not like me crossing paths or knowing any of his clients, but it won't hurt if I see this one time. I can't help that I'm curious. Plus... what he doesn't know wouldn't hurt him.

The man was handsome, very handsome. Yet his dark dangerous aura changed the whole air in the building. It was weighing in on the air around him and almost felt suffocating?

Everything about it, about him. Danger! It all said. Trouble... Bad news, me being me however, I liked it.

I've always been one for danger, so innocent really yet so curious. Too curious, some might say. To me, curiosity would never kill the cat! Cats are cute. Either way if I was a pet, it would be a dog.

The feeling of power around him only made me want to get closer. Aching. My body feeling the sudden urge to stick to him, like metal on a magnet.

He was quite handsome I must say. Very well built and that suit he had on did not help in hiding his muscular body. Like really, really. Who was this man? Why do I want him?... Do I want him? Why does he seem so important. Don't forget dangerous...

He was intrigued by my painting. An actual painting of me. Why?

I couldn't say that didn't make me feel some type of way. Though not being able to put a finger on it. I just had some weird tingling feeling. I liked it.

After he left. I remained there. Still watching the spot he was standing just a while ago. Snapping out of it eventually, I figured I should do the same and leave.

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I had been thinking of him from time to time, Angelo was not helping in satisfying on my 'curiousity'. He was a closed book, he would not tell me a thing. That little-

Oh well, I guess that's it then, we'll never meet again. At least he bought my painting. That's as close to him as I'll ever get I guess.