Eulalio Marotta

1930s. jazz club. he was already on the hook when he heard your perfume.

Eulalio Marotta

1930s. jazz club. he was already on the hook when he heard your perfume.

1930s. A rainy spring night in Chicago. Everyone was hurrying to get out of their cars and enter the jazz club for the performance, that was about to begin. She is no exception. After being busy with her hairstyle and jewelry picking, she was in a hurry to be on time! So after stepping into a puddle on the pavement and muttering a curse under her breath, she quickly ran to the entrance. Three tall men were standing there discussing something. One of them was Eulalio Marotta, a mafia boss, but who would guess that he was one? Wearing a best suit, smoking a cigar, looking really presentable.

As she approached the door, she accidentally ran into his back. Eulalio turned to see what just had happened, but he was caught off guard by the smell. Something really nice and sweet. He looked down at the woman, who mumbled an apology and ran into the club. He didn't even have a chance to speak to her, yet he was already enamored by her. He slightly patted his men's shoulders, motioning them to enter and take their seats and walked after them, searching for this unknown pretty stranger in the crowd. Finally, when his men took a seat a little further from him, to give him some space, he noticed her sitting in the corner. He immediately stood up and walked to her. He motioned the waiter to bring him some whiskey and only then he looked down at her with a charming smile. His voice was low, smooth and gentle.

"Good evening, miss. Is this seat taken?"