Vito relaxed into his seat as his eyes focused on the man in front of him, his boss was doing all the talking and he was there to sit and observe. It was their second day in Atlantic City, his boss was trying to get back up so that he could whack Giovanni Corloene who was threatening to testify against him and essentially take down his entire empire.
GianCarlo knew that if he just killed the man without any support there would be devastating results. It was only three years since the second world war had ended and no one wanted a war of any kind. Vito was trying his best to focus on the meeting but his mind was still on the beautiful woman he had met the previous night. He had acted like a complete idiot and regretted it, it was out of character for him to act like that with a lady.
He was very aware that she was forbidden for him, his boss would chew him up if he knew that he was interested in a Negro woman, he was a man who always played it safe and followed the rules but he could not help his attraction towards her. It was not an issue any way he would never see her again and he messed up the only chance he had to impress her. His thoughts were interrupted when his boss spoke.
"Vito please give us a moment alone". GianCarlo said and Vito looked at him to make sure that he was sure, he nodded to ensure him and he got up and walked out of the restaurant.
A slight wind hit him as he walked onto the boardwalk and the smell of the ocean hit his nose. He walked further away from the restaurant when a man lighting a cigarette as he looked at the people visiting the ocean. He reminisced about his time as a little boy in Sicily, his mother would take him and his little sister to play by the ocean those where easy times before his father died and he had to leave school to be the man of the family and provide for his mother and sister.
He left Italy when he was twenty one to search for a better life in America, rumour was the streets were paved in pure gold. He was not prepared for the discrimination his people faced when he arrived, that was why he sympathized with the Negro community in the U.S. his people faced the same discrimination. Because his skin had a slight tan, he was not considered white by white Americans and therefore less than human.
Getting a legitimate job was almost impossible because most employers assumed that he was involved with organised crime because of his ethnicity. He unfortunately went down that route to provide for his family, he was not proud of what he did and his mother would have a heart attack if she knew his real job but he did what he had to and the money was good enough to afford to bring his mother and sister to the U.S. He wanted her to have the best education and find a wealthy husband who made an honest living so she would never live the life he lives.
He finished his cigarette throwing the bud away and he was about to turn away before something caught his eye. He could never forget that magnificent face, her bright smile made his heart beat faster, her curls blowing in the wind as she was busy with what seemed to be a painting an older woman sitting next to her. He wanted so badly to go talk to her but he was scared, he was sober this time so he was not confident enough to approach a beautiful woman.
Besides the race difference she seemed out of his league judging on the dress she was wearing the previous night. He knew that there was a neighbourhood of wealthy Negros in Atlantic City, it was made up of doctors, lawyers, successful businessmen etc.
She probably belonged to one of those families, her father would likely never let a working class Italian immigrant mobster court his daughter. But a part of him still wanted to go and talk to her, he stood on the boardwalk watching her focus on her painting, he was mesmerized by her beauty. He had barely met her but she made him feel like he was not good enough for her. He nearly jumped when he felt a hand on his shoulder.
"Come let's go". GianCarlo said and he nodded. He looked at the woman one last time before following his boss, men like him and women like her did not run in the same circles. She was a beauty that he admired from a far and nothing more he thought to himself as he opened the door for his boss.
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Young Lizzie Warren
Historical Fiction"A lion doesn't need to roar for to announce himself all he needs to do is purr and all the other animals know that he's the king of the jungle"
