Mafia's Art [COMPLETED]

8: Improvement

After torturing and finally killing the man who dared to try and subottage one of Santino's drug shipments last night. Santino took a shower headed right to sleep that ended with him having a wet dream about the dark beauty he saw. That did not go so well as it ended up with him getting a boner in the morning and taking a cold shower.... While masturbating and having fantasies about sexy Charlene. Good thing his bedroom was soundproof.

Heading out from the bathroom he chooses some black dress pants and black button up- that he chooses not to button all the way up. He combs his hair but leaves it a bit toussled up, achieving a very rich-fuckboy look.

Since he hasn't been to the gallery in a while that's where he first went after eating breakfast. His whole schedule was free today so he decided to tell his second in command, Mateo, to organize something for him in the art studio of his own.

He doesn't only buy and observe art, he makes his own art too sometimes. Just once in a very long while. He heads to the elevator and down, into the gallery and walks a bit further down turing towards a corridor that lead to the studio. It was linked to the gallery.

What he did not expect was to find the beauty there.

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If you're wondering why she was here, she was here to model. If you're wondering how... the answer is - Mateo.

Mateo believed that his don has finally found a donna. Like the good second in command, right hand man and old friend he was, he just had to make things happen.

Charlene had a job, her job was to be a model. It didn't matter for who as long as it was legit. Weather it were for Angelo, some big brand, magazine or any artist who needed a pretty model to paint... like Santino right about now.

There she was, only wearing white lingerie, no makeup and the only difference was that her hair was in braids which she tied into a tail right now.

At this moment Santino's heart stopped beating. He had no idea what was going on, neither of them did.

"You!?" Charlene says in a light voice. This was very awkward and unbelievable for her.

"I-I meant.. Hi, my name is-"

"Charlene, I know. How could I forget." Santino interrupts, his accent bolder than ever. Making Cherlene squirm and shift uncomfortably under his stare, honestly almost wetting herself.

There was a bold red one armed sofa in the middle of the studio and the whole room looked white with bold antiques and flowers of black colour. It had set a very exotic mood and the lingerie did not help the situation. Guess the medium sized sofa was where she was going to sit. Times like these would make her remember how easy things are with Angelo since he's gay.

None the less she shrugs those thoughts off and approaches the sofa slowly. Tracing her fingers along the edges, while Santino thinks about how sexy that all looks.

"My name is, Santino Renzo Ermes."

"I know." Charlene replies "That other Mateo guy told me who you are... And what you do." Yes, okay. Charlene has never been one who's great at keeping her mouth shut. She blames it on being rased by a black family half her life though, those folks just loved speaking their minds and that was her too now.

Santino is intrigued by this.

"He did didn't he?" He asked her.

"Yes," she replied " but I won't tell anyone, it's in my contract."

Santino already knows what she's talking about he had seen one of the coppies of the modeling contracts from Angelo.

"Oh, I know principessa. Let's get onto it then." (Princess)

After a few hours of Santino painting, and Charlene being a very good model. Santino stands up and approaches her. He reaches her and fixes one braid slightly.