Page 5 of Long Live the King
Alannah
“Good evening, Ms. Sullivan.”
“Good evening, Shane. Thank you.”
I greet the valet who seems to always be on the clock when I arrive at River City, and hand him the keys to my car. The young, skinny black kid trades me the keys for a ticket and climbs into the front seat of my navy blue BMW, while I saunter through the doors of River City Casino & Hotel.
It’s always been a beautiful place. There’s dark red and gold everywhere, and the colors really complement each other. The dark red countertop of the check-in desk works perfect with the gold chandelier lighting up the lobby. The gold chairs make a perfect match with the dark red rug they rest upon. The walls are accented by pictures of St. Louis in golden frames and gold light fixtures illuminate my path as I walk towards the elevators with gold doors.
“Good evening, Ms. Sullivan,” Natasha shouts from behind the counter just as I press the button to bring the elevator to me.
“Hey, Natasha,” I reply with a forced smile. I’m here so often, most the River City staff greets me like we’re best friends now. It always makes me feel good, and I need that on a day like today, especially since I haven’t vented to Ally yet.
The elevator reaches me and I take the long trip up to the penthouse on the top floor. When Dominic took over business at River City after his father died, one of the first things he did was move into the penthouse, and he’s been living here ever since.
The bell dings, the golden doors part, and the first thing I see is Dominic standing in front of me with his hands in the pockets of gray pants, and the top half of the buttons on his white shirt undone, exposing his chiseled chest. His hairless face is perfectly smooth, and his smile is as flawless as it is wide. His wavy black hair is slicked back and perfectly styled. He’s breathtaking. And just like that, everything I went through today is made easier.
“Hey, baby,” he greets, his voice deep and soothing, like the first sip of the perfect cup of coffee.
I respond by stepping off the elevator and into his arms. We embrace, and I burrow my face into his chest as I wrap my arms around his waist. He smells how you’d imagine heaven would smell after you just left hell, and I breathe it in with a full breath as he wraps his arms around my shoulders. The thick muscles in his arms feel like a hefty blanket being draped over me, protecting me from the cold and any harm. We stand there for a second, enjoying the moment as if a day apart has been far too long, before finally pulling apart enough to kiss. The lips everyone used to say were too big for his face now fit perfectly with mine, and I have to force myself to give him some space.
“Hey, babe,” I finally reply. “How was your day?”
“My day? My day was interesting,” he answers with a grin. “Security caught a couple ofstronzoscounting cards in the casino.”
I wince at the thought of what probably happened to them, which Dominic notices.
“We didn’t break their legs or anything,” he says with a chuckle.
“No? What then? I know you didn’t let them get away with that.”
“Oh, fuhgeddaboutit,” he replies, as if to sayof course not. “They can still walk. They just have less digits to play cards with now.”
“Oh gosh, Dominic,” I say, wincing again.
“What? I said they could still walk.”
“You’re a mess,” I reply, shaking my head as I give him another kiss.
You may be asking yourself why an Air Force brat like me would stay with a mob boss like Dominic. I get it, and my answer is simple—I love him with everything that makes me human. He’s everything to me, and any woman who’s ever been in love with their soulmate knows what I’m talking about. I know the things that Dominic does because he tells me. He doesn’t try to hide it from me or act as if he’s a normal guy working a nine to five every day, and that makes me love him even more. He doesn’t keep secrets the way men usually do with the women they claim they love. So when Dominic tells me he had some guy’s fingers cut off for counting cards in his casino, I know it’s the truth, and I’m thankful he told me. I know cutting off fingers is a part of the life he’s always lived since before we even met, so I don’t judge him for it. As long as he loves me the way he always has, I don’t focus too much on the details that don’t really involve me. Others may fear Dominic, but I know I don’t have to. He’d cut off his own fingers before he’d ever let anything happen to me. I have a rich, gorgeous, powerful man who everyone knows is not to be fucked with. What more could a girl ask for?
“Alright, enough stalling,” Dominic says, interrupting my train of thought. “In your text, you said you had some news about work. Come tell me all about it.”
He takes my hand and leads me across the hardwood floor down the hallway. The floors in the penthouse are cherry wood, and all the fixtures are a deep gold that look like they’re being polished every day. The walls in the hallway are lined with pictures of Dominic and his parents. On the left are the pictures of his father, each resting in a gold frame. Some of the pics are of Donnie alone, some are with guys who I’m sure were members of the Family at the time, and then there are two of Donnie and Dominic together. In the first pic, Dominic is young, sitting on the hood of an old Cadillac while his father stands next to him, both of them smiling. The last pic is the last one Dominic took with his dad before he was murdered. Dominic is fifteen, and both of them are happily smoking Cuban cigars together. Dominic’s face isn’t nearly as innocent as it is in the previous picture. He’s harder and tougher from spending time with his gangster father.
On the right side of the hall are pictures of Dominic’s mother, Gloria Giaculo. All of the pictures are from a while back since the two of them don’t talk much these days, but nonetheless, Gloria is a beautiful woman. Her long black hair is wavy and always styled, and she has a gorgeous, warm smile in every picture. I’ve had the pleasure of meeting Gloria on one occasion, Dominic’s twenty-seventh birthday, but I haven’t seen her again since. When we met, she was nice enough, just a bit distant and obviously uncomfortable with being surrounded by so many mob guys. She showed up late to the party and left early, but for the time she was there, she seemed nice. Just a concerned mother who obviously yearns for a better relationship with her son, but doesn’t want to get involved with all the sketchy stuff he’s into. Dominic doesn’t talk about her much. I think their relationship status upsets him, and he doesn’t like to show that kind of emotion, so he avoids the topic.
“Alright, have a seat and tell me all about it,” Dominic says as we enter his enormous bedroom and sit on the California king-sized bed. I sit on the edge and he hops on the dark gray comforter behind me. Once we’re both comfortable, Dominic grips my shoulders with his strong hands and starts massaging me. Just the thing I need right now.
“Well, I’m not even really sure where to start,” I begin, trying my best to enjoy the impromptu massage while still focusing on the story I’m about to tell. “Remember how I’ve been telling you all about how some of the girls in Mercy were starting to make little snide remarks and give me sneaky looks?”
“Mm-hmm,” he mumbles as he runs his finger up my neck and starts rubbing the back of my head. My eyes involuntarily close and I can feel myself melting.
“That feels so good, babe,” I say as the tension begins to lift off of me.
“Good. I’ll keep going as long as you do.”
“Okay. Well, I noticed this girl, Jackie, looking at me all weird when she walked by, so I asked her if she had something she wanted to say to me. She got all spastic, as she’s known to do, and said she heard that you and I go around breaking people’s legs together. Like, we’re a serial leg-breaker couple, riding around in a big car that hasMafiaspray-painted on the side, looking for legs to break. It was ridiculous, so I told her to mind her own business.”
