The Gangster & his Princess

Chapter 2: Her smile and his Charm

"Let's get out of here before these two wake up, I'll have to deal with them later," Blake's voice sounded rather aggressive as he looked down at the two unconcious men, but quickly his facial reaction softened when his gaze met back with Emily's.

"Yes let's, I really need to get home and I'm barley half way there..." Her eyes cowarded in fear, afraid to walk the rest of the way after that tramatic experence. Blake noticed this and took pity, he couldn't let a lady walk the rest of the way home by herself. 

"I have a car, my chauffeur could drive you home if you'd like." He reached his hand out to guide her. She was hestiant at first but soon took her hand in his and he led her out of the alley into the street with the lamps gleaming down on them. This time, he actually got to get a good look at Emily. Her hair was curly but straight, almost like waves and her outfit was adorable. She had on black tights with a sort of short shirt. A white button up fit her petite body and a bright dark blue coat hung on her shoulders. A tiny pink purse was hanging by a strap on her shoulders as well and her hair was half up half down in picktails with short black booties to complete the outfit. 

She looked up at Blake who was a few inches taller than her even with her ankel booties on, smiling warmly. "You don't have to give me a ride home I can walk it's okay.." She wasn't trying to take advantage of this nice gentlemen for saving her. His face seemed very familiar though but she also had moved away for a few year, it's been awhile so she hasn't gotten use to all these new faces yet. 

"I insist really, I can't allow a lady to walk by herself this late at night, it's the least I can do." He was pursistant. Walking her over towards a custom-tailored Navy blue Rolls-Royce. She was very impressed when the sharply dressed chauffeur got out the car and opened the door for them. 

"Bringing home a guest sir?" He spoke calmly and gracefully, his voice was so elligant. Blake sighed, a bit embarrassed his chauffeur was making it seem as if he brings guest home regularly. That was probably his own worries creeping up on him because when he looked to his side Emily had the most mesmerizing smile plastered on her face, he couldn't help but smile too. 

"No Smith, just taking a young Lady home." Blake answered, taking Emily's hand to help her into the vehicle. The velvet seats inside the car were so soft she couldn't help but glide her fingers across the fabric. The car smelled of cigarettes and men's collogne. Blake entered from the other side of the car and the chauffeur got back in the front seat and started the car, "Where to Miss?" 

"Just 2604 Coach Court, it's just a few blocks up ahead then turn a left. The Two story white-brick house." Emily responded, a bit quickly. Too excited about the car, she hadn't been in such a fancy car like this before. 

"If you like this car, wait till you see the other ones." Blake teased, staring at her excited child-like look expressed on her face till she gasped in shocked. 

"What do you mean 'other ones'? How many do you have?" Her curiosity got the best of her and she instantly put her hand up to her mouth to hush up. "I'm sorry, that was so rude of me!" She apologized. 

"Don't apologize, I've got a very interesting collection. I'll show you them sometime." He smiled. His posture was more relaxed and laid back now, his chin resting on his hand as he leaned against the car door looking into her eyes. His coat was unbutton but his tie was sharp with his button up and suspenders. His hair was combed but wasn't greased back, wavy and fluffy like a cloud. His bangs shadowed slightly over his right eye as he looked at her and his smirk rested firmly on his lips. His eyes were moss tinted pear green, small specks of blue and turquoise  mixed in. His right leg was propped up on his left knee and just the way he acted was just so, charming. She couldn't help but blush.