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David Pietro Mancini
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"...than you can with just a kind word."♦ ♠XxXxXxX
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The clubs air was thick with a blue smog as the sounds of men’s voices filled the room, sounds of drunks and people wasting away their money. What was money really worth to them anyway? They were all going to die someday, and there was no one to leave it to, and there was no way of taking it with them. Men sat up on bar stools, others around poker tables laughing and drinking and gambling, life was good for a man right then. Most of the men in the room were part of the Italian mafia family, while the others were close associates and trusted men. If one didn’t know the truth of the gentlemen, if a stranger walked in off the street the club could have been described as a poorly run gentlemen’s club, consider the extreme lack of women and the men’s business attire that seemed to be present, almost like a uniform. Cops had uniforms, so did these business men… just theirs didn’t make them look like dorks.
Sitting off at the one poker table a group of five men sat, drinks in hands, cards played out, all once again dressed in a high man’s fashion. David threw out his hand of cards as a few laughs went around the table it was his third… maybe fifth hand in a row he’d thrown not to mention losing hands before that, the cards were not in his favour that afternoon. “Ah what be the matter lad? Lady luck cheatin’ on ya today?” a man think with an Irish accent spoke over to David as his filled his hand with a drink.
“Can’t trust her, she just loves ya and leaves ya… I’m just donating to your retirement costs anyway,” David pushed off before taking a drink whiskey from his glass as the other laughed. Putting the empty glass back down David continued to watch the game despite he fact he was out of the round and out of chips to boot. David only came there to blow off steam anyway, he was the boss man’s left wing man’s, wing man. It was confusing enough to make him drink himself but still… the money was good, not that it would ever matter in the end. His job was too do what was asked of him, to shut up, and to try and stay alive as long as possible. I was born in the states but his father blood ran deep in the family, bless his mother’s heart giving him an American name to try and give him a change but her baby boy would just blindly fallow papa.
Sitting there watching the game unfold and half listening to the conversation going around the table, the idea of bringing more booze from the north to make more money was being tossed around. His head would only look up from the green felt table was he heard the door at the front of the club open and a dame in black leather walk in. David couldn’t help but keep looking up at the woman, his eyes going up and down here watching her walk just like half of the other men in the place before looking back at the table and over to the Irish man as the exchanged shrugs. She seemed to be a woman asking for trouble walking into a place like where she was but what could they do? Stay away… that was what. David suddenly whistled to get the next man’s attention back in the game, the man looked at David as in a way of saying, “But….” Yet David shook his head, it wasn’t worth the trouble, women never were.
Just as if to prove the point moment’s latter the woman called out a name which everyone had heard of before gaining back all the eyes in the room plus a few more like David. The Irish man and David looked at each other again as the Irish man shrugged the responsibility off to David… after all, David was Giovanni Moretti’s wing man’s wing man. It fell into his category of taking care of things. “See? Trouble, learn now kid,” David softly said to the younger man who earlier couldn’t take his eyes off of the woman, before he reach and smacked him up on the side of the kids head to make him focus back on the game. Getting up from his seat David straightened out his vest and gun sling before he grabbed his empty glass and walked over to the counter beside the woman and placed the glass on the counter for the bartender to refill it. “Now, Dollface, why would someone like you… need to talk to the boss?” David asked a half smile on his face as things started to turn back into a chatter like things were before the woman walked into the place. David was taking care of it after all… things must have been fine.
Picking up the freshly poured drink David turned to his side slightly so he could better face the woman and give her a once over started from top skimming down to the bottom and the slowly taking his time back up her before falling one her face and where his half smile turned to a full charming one. “You ain’t one of boss’s girls, you ain’t his type,” David explained before taking a drink from his glass. “So what’s your name Dollface? And better yet what’s your business here?” David asked putting down the glass as he waited to hear this one’s story wondering what in the world she wanted.
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