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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"I love you, handsome," you whispered, placing a smooch on his cheek.
"I love you. Dollface," he responded in your ear. His hand, always placed firmly on your ass gave gentle squeeze. You took a deep breath and felt a reckless charge course through you. Tommy kicked the bank door open, brandishing his Tommy gun and shouted.
"Everybody be cool - this is a robbery!"
Heads jerked your way. Your resolve wavered for a second as your eyes scanned the a sea of frightened faces. Then they rested on some suits behind a partition, dressed to the nines and just busting at the seams like a bunch of piggies. Suddenly you found your motivation.
"Anyone of you fucking twits move and I'll execute every one of you motherfuckers! Got that?!" you screamed, pointing your pistol around the room. Tommy's jaw hung open a bit, staring at you like you've lost your mind. You shrugged at him. Maybe you overdid it. Too late now.
You marched over to the suits and grabbed one of them, yanking him from the group. You jabbed the gun under his jaw and forced him onto his knees.
"Tell everyone to do as we say and no one gets hurt," you ordered with a winning smile on your face. The piggy stammered, sweating in his three piece. You pressed the gun harder on his throat then he blurted out,
"Just g-give them w-what they want and n-nobody gets hurts." He started wheezing and you wrinkled your nose at him, disgusted.
Tommy was making his way down the row of tellers, filling the bag full. He stared down each teller with cold malice. Most of them appeared frightened, but one on the end there, she was sizing up Tommy like she'd like his lead inside her.
Her hand slowly slid the stack of dough through the teller window and paused, smirking at him. Tommy, not one to dismiss an attractive lady flashed her a handsome smile.
You huffed to yourself.
BANG!
You shot out the light right above the teller. The sound echoed in the open space, followed by the tinkling of falling glass and metal. The teller screamed, her hands flying to her face. Tommy whipped his head around at you and gave you another crazed look. You smiled to yourself, utterly satisfied. Suppose that ended that little interlude.
You sauntered over to Tommy and threw your free arm around his neck. The other remained pointed at that tramp of a teller, whose makeup was running and her sorry little updo littered with glass.
"Have you had your fun, Handsome?" you asked with a drip of both honey and vinegar in your tone. Your hips pressed flush against his tauntingly. Something about some other dame daring to distract your handsome devil sparked a fire in you. And something about him playing along turned that fire into a dangerous inferno. Maybe he needed a reminder that his angel could smite him at any moment.
Tommy gave a little groan at the steady brushing of your hips. His arm holding the bag made its way around your waist and pressed you even closer.
"I have a feeling the fun's just about to start," he growled with a sinful smile then squeezed you roughly, placing a savage kiss against your lips. You captured his tongue with yours, in a fiercely, primal fashion. The cool metal you held in your grip reminded you of the present danger and it imbued you with an insatiable lust.
Tommy pulled away with his arm still around you. He fired a round at some potted plants for show. The soil sprayed in the air and spilled out all over the marble tile. His eyes returned to their cold state as he addressed the suits.
"You can't sit on your mound of gold forever. There will be a reckoning one day and all your riches will be washed away, and the good men, women and children will finally feast upon your bones."
His hold on you grew firmer as he spoke. You glanced over at him, and felt a swell of pride and love and utter admiration wash over you. Your devil was really an angel in disguise.
Tommy started backing away with you, towards the exit, but you stopped him to say your piece, a passage your daddy used to invoke. You raised your voice to the mountaintops and your gun to those wretched faces.
"Blessed is he who, in the name of charity and good will, shepherds the weak through the valley of darkness," each pair of eyes held your gaze for a beat as you preached, "for he is truly his brother's keeper!"
You nodded in closing and turned to leave with Tommy.
"Nice touch, dollface," Tommy murmured walking out. His hand grabbed an ass cheek and squeezed impatiently. When you hit the steps you two hurried to the car. Tommy slipped behind the wheel and turned the ignition. You lips latched to his neck, sucking and biting with that carnal desire that only increased by the second.
Tommy sped off stirring in his seat as his trousers got tighter. You placed a hand on his thigh and teased him while you nibbled away.
"Where to next?" you purred in his ear, that teasing hand crept over his breathtaking bulge. He sucked in air through his teeth when you started stroking him.
"The only place I care to be at the moment," he said. His voice was thick with desire.
"And where's that?" you breathed, running your tongue along his earlobe.
His hand shot out and up your dress with a swiftness that pulled all the breath from your lungs. He pressed hard against your soaked panties and said with affectation.
