Mafia's Art [COMPLETED]

6: POVs

Charlene's POV:

I have done this a couple of times, the stage performances. I simply loved it, it was in a much more controlled environment that I could handle. People dining and sitting down, some dancing to the sound of my voice & the instrumentals. It was all so classy.

Until RIGHT THE FUCK ABOUT NOW! What was he doing here? In the private area only a few steps away from me. He seemed to have noticed my presence as he let go of his fork and turns his head to look at me. He follows each of my moves taking me in. He seems to recognise me as the young lady in the painting he bought.

But it was a little bit hard to figure him out with that straight face he had on. It seems he is always so damn serious. I sing- At Last by Etta James and just as I sing that other lady puts her hand against his and says something. Now I've been here for a while and I know very well I saw that lady come in with that other guy beside her. She seems to be interested in mister serious and handsome though.

Something in me stirrs by her actions. I do not like it, yet I decide to let it go and continue singing.

Santino's POV-

The decor seems to be somewhat conscious as it's grappling my hand right now. What's it's name again... Eva? Ana? Over? Sandra?.... Ahh, Amber.

"Mr. Santino you have not touched your food. You seem to be... distracted?"

Yes, yes I am distracted. Now if you would leave me alone before I-

Just as I was about to continue my thoughts the singing stops. I shrug off the furniture's hand and look towards the stage.

"My name is Charlene Elva Jordan, your singer for the night." The voice of the angel speaks. "I was informed to perform one song and I hope you liked it. It was my honor to be your entertainment for the night, farewell."

As I was about to stop her from leaving I felt a hand on my sholder. It was Mateo.

"Signor. We have to leave now it's almost time" He says.

I knew just what he was talking about. I turn back to check on the beauty that was here a second ago, only to find an empty stage and a mic. She's gone, well, at least I have her name. Charlene Elva Jordan, how beautiful.

I stand up to leave.

"Michael, I hope this alliance goes well. I have to leave now." and I turn back to leave without waiting for a response.