1930s Chicago. Notorious gangster Tom "Tommy Gun" Holland has been storming his way through Cook County, robbing banks and breaking hearts. One day you find yourself in the wrong place, at the wrong time when he makes a hit on your bank. There's...
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"Oh for Pete's sake," you muttered to yourself as you stepped out of the shop. The car was gone. You took longer than you realized but there were just so many garments that needed to be tried on! The clerk was apprehensive at first to help. You wandered in with Tommy's jacket covering your tattered dress. Your hair was out of place from the wind and hood top bangin'. But as soon as her eyes clapped on your wad of dough, she eagerly came over to assist you.
Now, gorgeously dressed and loaded down with parcels, you waltzed back out to the car only to find it wasn't there. Well, so much for more fun, you thought with a sigh. At least you got a whole new wardrobe for your troubles. Still, there sure was something about him. You haven't had a guy make you feel that way since, well, ever. You kinda looked forward to some more. Guess all you'll be looking forward to is overtime at the cannery now. How boring.
You walked towards the corner bus top when you were yanked by your arm and shoved up against the brick wall. Your hands flew open with a gasp as your bags tumbled onto the gritty sidewalk.
"Did you have to go for red, dollface?"
It was Tommy. His face was only inches from yours, murmuring in a sly tone. He was careful to keep in the shadow of the buildings. His eyes darted left and right, but every time they came back to rest on yours. His breath was hot when he spoke. It tickled your lips and you smelled a familiar fragrance of coffee and licorice.
You tried to move but his mitts had your arms pinned against the wall. That strength of his sure was appealing. Bet he could carry you to Milwaukee and back without breaking a sweat. Although, you didn't mind him a little sweaty.
"You don't like red, Handsome?" you pouted your red lips that matched. You made sure to pick up all the accoutrements at the shop - gloves, rouge, even some scents.
Tommy looked at your pursed lips and gave a impish smile. His grip relaxed but he didn't let you go. You weren't exactly putting up a fight either.
"Everyone likes red, darling. Bulls, bees, and especially coppers," he said with significance. You got his meaning.
"Too flashy?" you asked, raising your eyebrows. He nodded with a half grin.
"Something a little more inconspicuous, maybe," he suggested.
Incuh-what? You weren't stupid but that was a big word. Maybe you would just pretend that you knew what it meant.
"How about instead, I just change into something that doesn't draw as much attention, huh?" you offered.
Tommy's half grin pulled into a full on smile.
"That works too," he said with a little chuckle and let you go. He picked your bags up and handed them to you. Oh would you look at that - a gentleman crook.
"Where did the car go?" you asked, not sure where you were supposed to change. You were guessing the back seat.
"Ditched it," Tommy replied, "It was too hot. We need a new ride." he said. He surveyed the area, making sure to keep his eyes down below the brim of his fedora. His hands were in his pockets and he idly shuffled his feet while he assessed everything in his peripheral.
You on the other hand had a better idea.
"Wait for my signal," you said and stood up straight, giving your hair a toss.
Tommy tensed up and started to protest.
"No, doll, whatever you're thinking..."
But you were already across the street, swishing your hips, bags in tow towards the chubby old joe, leaning against an olive green Buick. Come to mommy.
You stopped short of the man and dropped all your bags on the ground.
"Oh fiddlesticks!" you shouted in despair and stooped down to retrieve all your goods. Just as you hoped, the man ran over to help.
"You alright, miss?" he asked helping you up. You flashed him the brightest pearly whites this side of the Mississippi.
"I'm such a clutz, oh dear!" you exclaimed with a lift of your chest. His eyes made no attempt to avoid looking right at your breasts. You clasped your hands behind your back and hooked a finger, signaling Tommy. He discreetly crossed the street.
"I can't possibly carry all of this," you said placing a hand on his arm, "Can you be an angel and help me, mister?" you batted your lashes at him.
"Of course!" he said, gathering your things, "Where are you taking them?"
"Well," you said leading him away from the car, "My boyfriend was supposed to take me home but we had a fight just now and...," you gave a deep and dramatic sigh, "He left me here all by my lonesome. Can you believe that? Just dropped me like a bad penny." You looked over his shoulder and saw Tommy slip into the back seat.
"Do you think you could take me home?" you cooed as you stroked his arm seductively.
"Sure! Sure!" he stammered. His face had gone the shade of your dress. It was a day for red alright! And here Tommy thought it was incuh-something or another.
The man walked you over and held the door open for you.
"Could you be a dear and put my bags in the trunk?"
He did so and you took the moment to peak behind you in the back seat. Tommy was flat on the floor, face down.
"See?" you whispered, "you gotta learn to trust me."
"Trust you?" he replied. His voice was muffled and amused. "I think I just may fall in love with you."
You bit your lip and quickly turned around. What a silly thing for him to say. But oh boy, your cheeks were burning.
The joe climbed in next to you and shut the door.
"Oh drat!" you said, smacking your forehead. "I left my house keys in the shop across the street. Dammit. And my feet are so sore too," you whined rubbing the back of your heel. You traced your hand all the way up your leg, giving him a show.
"I could go get them for you," he said as he leered.
"Oh would you?!," you beamed at him, "Thanks, mister!"
He poked his tongue against the corner of his mouth then got out. You watched him cross the street in a pathetic, flabby jog.
"Coast is clear," you said over your shoulder.
Tommy slithered into the front seat with serpentine grace. With a wink your way, he revved the engine and took off, peeling through the intersection before the pitiful pally could say boo.
Tommy glanced over at you with that impish grin again.
"Good work, dollface," he said pleased and motioned for you to come closer. You scooted over and watched the world whirl by next to him.
"You know, you haven't even asked my name," you said in a faux, hurtful tone. Your hand moved to his thigh and seemed to be stroking it all on it's own.
Tommy smirked, but looked straight ahead.
"What's your name?" he asked.
"Diana," you stated.
"Ah, like the goddess. You know she could control animals," Tommy said in an arrogant voice, like he was educating you. Well, maybe he was. You never heard of this goddess before.
"I seem to share that with her. At last when it comes to animals in suits and ties," you giggled.
Tommy laughed too. It made his whole face change. His eyes were boyish and brighter. His sharp features relaxed and made him even more handsome. Hard to believe, that last one.
"Everyone just calls me Di, though, and I'm no goddess, believe you me."
"Oh, I beg to differ," Tommy said smoothly. You smiled at that and squeezed his thigh a little higher. His eyes glanced down quickly then back up at the road.
"You're a bloody right snake charmer at the moment."
