Cosette was walking along the streets of Queens when suddenly her pink phone lit up with a text from the boss. It told her to meet him immediately in his office. Cosette groaned, sure he was going to reprimand her for flirting with a Native American policeman. She knew there was no avoiding it, so she walked to the warehouse, trying to act confidant even though she knew a scolding was coming and perhaps even punishment. Vinny was there and as she walked by he stopped her. “Hey, Cosette, you look stressed! Why don’t we go into the rec room and play that new Xbox game?” Cosette sighed. Vinny could always tell if she was unhappy. “I can’t. I have to go to the boss’ office! I think I might be in trouble.” Vinny frowned. “Honey, don’t freak out over this. I just saw the boss and he looked to be in a pretty good mood. Here, why don’t you come into the break room to calm down?” Cosette nodded and followed Vinny into the break room. Vinny then proceeded to make her a Frappuccino with the fancy coffee machine that Cosette had ‘acquired’ from Starbucks. She grinned at the memory of sneaking into the corporate office at the dead of night a year ago accompanied by Luca and Vinny, her two sidekicks. The boss had been less than pleased at her means, but was happy about the results. “Hey Vinny, make one for the boss just in case I am in trouble.” Vinny smiled at her and her heart palpitated. She had a huge crush on him. There was something about the charming Italian mafia man that made her heart stop. She was brought back to reality when he handed her the two Frappuccinos. She realized she had been staring at him. She grabbed the drinks and then leaned in and kissed his lips. He kissed her back as his hand squeezed her breasts. “Fuck me, Vinny!” she murmured against his lips. Vinny immediately lifted her onto the counter, his lips still locked with hers. She wrapped her legs around his hips as he unzipped the back of her dress. He then slipped a hand down into her panties. She moaned in pleasure as he played with her clit. He kissed down her throat, making her moan again. Vinnie licked her collarbone and then pulled her dress down to reveal her bright pink bra with a rhinestone hello kitty design in the middle. Vinnie’s eyebrow rose for a moment before he attacked her breasts with his mouth. He clamped down on her left nipple and sucked as he reached around to unfasten her bra with expert skill. “Vinnie!” she moaned, making him look up at her with a sparkle in his dark Italian eyes. He smiled sexily at her and winked before going back to her breast, which was now bare. She nearly screamed in pleasure at the feel of his mouth on her bare nipple. Suddenly her phone rang with a text. “Crap!” she said, grabbing the phone out of her purse. It had a text from the boss on it asking her where the hell she was. She was confused because normally the boss was extremely patient. “Vinnie, I think the boss knows I’m screwing around.” She said. Vinny said, “Don’t worry; I disabled the security camera in here as soon as it was installed. But you should hurry. The boss must want something really important.” Cosette hurried to put her bra back on. Vinnie helped her fasten it and then zip her dress back up. Then she ran out of the room and down the hall. She stopped outside the boss’ office and composed herself. Then she politely knocked at the door. “Come in.” said the boss. Cosette opened the door and was surprised to see the boss with a huge grin on his face. “What’s up, boss? Am I in trouble?” asked Cosette, not sure what to make of this. The boss motioned for her to sit. “No, Cosette, far from it. In fact I have something special for you to do.” Cosette closed the door behind her and sat in the semi-comfortable chair. “What do you want me to do boss?” she asked, keeping her face blank even though she was slightly excited at the prospect of a special mission. The boss replied, “I know about your ability to time travel, Cosette, and I want you to use it for me.” Cosette was taken aback. “You want me to time travel boss? To what end? I refuse to change the past in your favor, if that was the special task you had in mind. I don’t like fucking with the past because I have no way of knowing how it will change the present. So if that is what you wanted me to do, than forget it. I’ll do anything else for you, but not this.” Cosette scowled, slightly appalled that the boss would ask this of her. She also wondered how he even found out about her time travel ability, but that could wait for now. Right this second she needed to convince the boss of how abhorrent changing the past was. She was so angry that she didn’t hear the boss’ response. Finally the boss had to nearly shout her name to get her attention, “What?!?” she asked in an annoyed tone that she had never before used on the boss. The boss chose to ignore her tone and replied, “Cosette, you’ve got it all wrong. I don’t want you to change the past at all.” Cosette asked, “Then what is it you want me to do?” The boss replied, “I want you to go back to the 1920’s and meet young Al Capone.” Cosette was now intrigued, but she decided to pretend she was still angry. “Because you think I need some extra training? Am I not good enough boss?” The boss raised an eyebrow. “You could use some time management training. You could have been in my office 20 minutes earlier than you were. You’re valuable enough that I ignore it when you screw around with Vinnie, but next time get a room.” Cosette asked, “How did you know?” The boss replied, “I heard your moans. Vinnie should have put his hand over your mouth.” Cosette blushed hotly. The boss continued, “But that isn’t the reason I want you to meet Al Capone. I actually want some treasure he hid when he was a young man. I’ve been trying to find it for years now with no success. Then you came along with your ability to traverse time itself. The idea of you going back in time and finding out where Al Capone hid the treasure did not occur to me until a few days ago.” Cosette said, “So you want me to go back in time and gain Mr. Capone’s confidence in order to figure out where he hid some treasure?” The boss smiled. “I don’t care how you do it, Cosette. I just want to know where the treasure is hidden.” Cosette nodded. “Okay, I’ll do it.” The boss grinned at her. Then he took out a bag from behind his chair. “Here, this contains money as well as some weapons you might need in the 1920’s. It was a rough time back then, especially for a young girl like you. Are you sure you don’t want to disguise yourself as a boy?” Cosette lifted her chin haughtily. “As if! I would never hide my beauty or my gender.” The boss accepted this and handed her the bag. Cosette opened it and put the money in her purse and the guns in her bra, using magic to conceal them. She then used more magic to transform her blue taffeta dress into a green satin one. The boss stared open mouthed at her. “What? I should look my best if I am going to meet Al Capone.” She winked and opened a portal and stepped through it into 1925 New York. The portal closed behind her as she began to walk. “Now where is this Al Capone?” she wondered inside herself. She kept walking along, not noticing a man following her. Suddenly she saw a young man go into a nearby coffee shop. Instinctively she knew he was Al Capone. She quickly crossed the street and went into the coffee shop after him. She nearly cringed at how different it was from Starbucks, her favorite café. She managed to keep a straight face as she slowly approached Al Capone, trying not to freak him out. She stopped and hid in the shadows as she watched him buy a cup of coffee. The man at the counter seemed clumsy and as he handed Al’s change over to him, he dropped it. Cosette grinned, seeing the perfect opportunity to brown nose Al Capone. She rushed over to him and helped him pick up the change, resisting the urge to examine the strange coins. She handed them to Al Capone. “Here you go!” she said cheerfully, careful not to use his name. He smiled at her. “Thank you for this. Why don’t I use this to buy you something?” Cosette was shocked he had immediately offered to buy her something. She was also surprised and a bit dubious that that meager amount of change would buy anything at all. She looked up at the menu and was surprised to see a cup of coffee cost 25 cents. Then all thoughts were wiped from her mind as Al Capone moved in to stand a little too close to her. She looked at him and realized he was quite handsome, unlike the pictures she had seen of him. She wanted to kiss him, but knew that was out of the question. So she settled for winking at him and asking for a mocha latte. The man nodded as he was paid by Capone. Cosette waited patiently for the coffee to be made, not knowing how to continue flirting. Capone gave her a charming smile and said, “So you like coffee?” Cosette nodded and replied, “Yeah, but I can only handle it if it is super sweet. The bitter stuff makes me gag.” She blushed as he said, “All that sugar must be why you look so sweet.” Nobody had ever complimented her like that before and she didn’t quite know how to react. She was thankful when her coffee was ready just in time to save her from looking awkward from her lack of a response. She took the coffee and began to sip it, trying not to make a face at the bitterness. Another reminder that this was not Starbucks, the mocha here was barely sweetened. Not wanting to make a scene, she bravely continued to drink the awful tasting coffee, pasting a smile on her face. Al Capone smiled at her as she sat down in one of the bar chairs. She smiled back flirtatiously over the rim of the cup. “Do you like coffee, Mr. Capone?” she asked in a silky voice. Capone replied, “Sweetheart, I live off of coffee.” Cosette took a mouthful of coffee in her mouth as she motioned for Capone to bend down to her level. He did and she kissed him, spitting the coffee into his mouth. She couldn’t tell whether his immediate moan was from the kiss or from the deliciousness of the coffee. All she could tell was that his hands were in a second around her tiny waist and his lips were locked with hers. Neither one of them noticed the stare of the cashier as they kissed. She backed up against the counter, hoping he would lift her up onto it. She could feel his engorged cock pressing against her and moved herself so it pushed against her clit, making her nearly moan in pleasure. “Hey lady, wake up!” said Al Capone, shocking her so much that she obeyed. She realized she was on the café floor. “What happened?” she asked groggily, feeling like she had been hit by a truck. Al was standing over her. He replied, “You fainted right after beginning to walk towards me. You’ve been out cold for nearly five minutes.” Cosette nearly groaned at the fact that the hot sex scene that had just happened had been all in her imagination. Al offered her his hand. “Can you stand up honey?” Cosette smiled at him and took his hand. “I think so. As long as you’re there to catch me, that is.” Capone smiled back and helped her up, putting his arm around her waist. She blushed as she looked at his handsome features. She then fell back into his arms as soon as she was upright. Concern flashed across his face. “Are you okay? Here, sit down so you don’t faint again.” He sat her down in a nearby chair. She felt extremely dizzy but hated complaining so she kept her mouth shut. Al said, “Hey, I’m gonna go get you a coffee, ok? Maybe that will help.” Cosette nodded. Capone walked over to the barista and bought coffee. He turned to her and grinned, his lips parting slightly to reveal two fangs where his eyeteeth should be. Shock filled her as she realized he was a vampire. She wondered if the boss knew about this. She got down but was caught by Capone who was there in an instant. “Careful not to hurt yourself. You humans are so fragile that it scares me. When you collapsed, I was sure for a moment that you were dead.” He whispered into her ear in a seductive voice. Cosette looked and saw his eyes were now a glowing red color. “You’re hungry,” she stated, even though it was obvious that he was. He nodded. “I have never wanted a person’s blood as much as I want yours now.” Cosette felt his ice cold hands on her waist, keeping her from falling over. “Take me,” she whispered. He kissed her throat, his fangs grazing her skin. Then she cried out as he bit her. She was woken up by someone shaking her. She realized she had fainted again. She looked up to see Capone holding her. He said, “Maybe you need to go to a hospital. You’re burning up with fever.” “I’m fine, Mr. Capone,” she said, smiling to prove it. Capone raised an eyebrow as he stood up with her in his arms and began to walk out of the café. “You’re going to the mob doctor then. You’re not fine and we both know it.” Cosette frowned, knowing she couldn’t convince him to let her go. She was definitely changing history now and there was no telling what the future was going to be like after her meddling in the past. Even a tiny change could drastically and irrevocably alter the future. “Don’t fret, honey. My men won’t hurt you as long as you’re with me.” Cosette asked, “Why are you doing this? You don’t even know me! Why do you insist on helping me?” He replied, “Because I can’t leave a pretty lady to die of fever when I can easily help her. Besides, you were the one who approached me. Why would you approach a man you didn’t know?” Cosette didn’t know quite how to answer. She knew she couldn’t tell him she was from the future and knew everything about him. He’d never believe that, and even if he did, it would freak him out too much. So she replied, “Everyone knows you, Mr. Capone. I was curious about you, so I followed you into the café.” Capone stopped. “You followed me? How did you know what I looked like? Are you an informant to the police?” Cosette shook her head. “No, of course not. I hate the police as much as you do. And I didn’t know what you looked like before I met you. My instincts simply told me who you were as I saw you walk into the café.” Capone sighed in relief as he walked into an innocuous looking warehouse. Cosette was more than a little shocked that she recognized it as what would in the future be her favorite Starbucks. She wondered if anything would be left over from the mafia. She wished she could go back into the future and check, but she knew that wasn’t happening until she got the location of the treasure the boss wanted. She sighed as she was carried inside and into Al Capone’s office. He sat her on his desk and pressed a green button on it. Immediately several mobsters came in. “Get the doc and hurry! This girl’s burning up with fever.” The men rushed to obey him. Cosette lay down on the desk, exhausted suddenly. She was so tired she didn’t see the look of shocked horror on Al Capone’s face. He walked to her and asked, “Honey, who shot you?” Cosette looked at him. His hand was on a huge red spot on her side. She didn’t remember getting shot. “I don’t remember getting shot in the first place.” She tried to sit up but was stopped by pain in her side, right where Capone was touching. “Don’t try to move. You’ll only make the wound bigger,” said Capone. He added, “Just try to rest now. The doctor will be here soon and he’ll take care of this.” One of the mobsters came back into the room. “Boss, the doc’s out making house calls in Brooklyn right now. It will take a while to track him down.” Capone cursed, “Damn! She needs help now. She’s been shot and is bleeding very badly. Frankie, go get some ice water and rags. We’ve got to stop this bleeding.” Frankie ran to obey. Cosette began to lose consciousness from blood loss. Capone said, “Stay awake, sweetie. You might not be able to wake back up if you pass out now.” Blood was seeping through the desk now, soaking the papers on it. Capone saw this and cursed again. Cosette said, “I’m sorry about your papers.” Capone replied, “I don’t care about some stupid papers, honey. I am worried because you are bleeding worse than I thought. You might need to go to the hospital after all if Frankie and I can’t get this bleeding stopped.” Just then Frankie came back in with the requested items. Capone immediately ripped Cosette’s dress to get better access to the wound. Then he dipped the rag in the ice water and pressed it on the wound in an attempt to stop the bleeding. Cosette reached out and touched Frankie’s hand, startling him. He walked over to her as Capone pressed harder, his determination slowly turning to frustration and panic. “This bleeding is not stopping. If the doc isn’t here in a few minutes, I’m taking her to the hospital,” he said with a sigh of resignation. Frankie held her hand in an attempt to comfort her as she came in and out of consciousness. “Honey, stay with me, OK?” She looked up into his eyes. He immediately lost all color as his eyes went wide. “Oh Christ! Honey, you need to go to the hospital right now!” As he said this he picked her up in his arms. He looked at Frankie and said, “She’s worse than I thought! If she doesn’t get to a hospital soon, she’ll die!” Frankie nodded and followed Capone out the door. Cosette passed out in Capone’s arms.
Cosette woke up in a hospital bed. She looked around and was sad not to see Capone next to her. She was completely alone in a 1920’s hospital. She figured this was a good time to call the boss and update him. She took her phone out of her purse on the bedside table and dialed the boss’s number. He answered immediately. “Hey, Cosette! What’s going on? I thought you’d be back by now.” Cosette replied, “I ran into a complication, Boss. I was shot sometime before going into the past, and I fainted into Al Capone’s arms.” The boss was speechless for a second or two. “I know. You bled all over my office and all over the break room. I’m not sure why you never noticed it. I thought you would come back to the future as soon as you realized you were hurt. I’ve told you before: I do not expect you to fight for the family while injured or sick.” Cosette replied, “Boss, I’m in a hospital right now. I blacked out after Capone began to carry me here. He’s the one who discovered the gunshot wound. I’ll come back after I get the information.” The boss sighed. “No, Cosette. I want you to come back now. This information is not vital to the mafia or me. This mission I sent you on was only a passing fancy. And even if it were important, you are still more important to me. You need to come home so you can get real medical care.” Cosette answered, “I don’t want to leave. I want to spend more time with Al Capone!” “Oh no. You have a crush on him don’t you? Listen, you need to go to a 21rst century hospital so you have more of a chance of survival. Those idiots in the 1920’s don’t know a damn thing about medicine!” Cosette pleaded, “Can’t I stay just a few more days? I want to seal the deal with this guy, and then I’ll come right home!” “Cosette, no! You yourself said that fucking with the past is dangerous and shouldn’t be done. If you sleep with Al Capone, two things will happen. One: you’ll change the past and thus the future in such a way that neither of us knows what will come of it; and two: you’ll get hooked after the first time with him, and you’ll never want to come home. Don’t do it, Cosette. Just come home now and you can seal the deal with that Native American cop you’re so fond of.” Cosette said, “I’m sorry, Boss.” Then she ended the call and put the phone back into her purse. Just then the door opened and a policeman came in. Cosette tried to keep her face blank even though inside she was cursing. “What’s your name sweetie?” he asked. Cosette replied, “My name is Emma.” The policeman smiled a creepy smile that made Cosette gag. She knew he was going to try to rape her. She backed up as he moved towards her. “I’m not going to hurt you sweetie. We’re going to have fun, aren’t we?” Cosette scowled. “No fucking way. Keep your filthy perverted hands off of me or you’ll be in so much pain you’ll wish you’d never come into this room.” The policeman frowned as he continued to approach her. “Don’t be like that. We’re just having some fun, aren’t we?” As he said that he put a hand on her breast and squeezed. Immediately Cosette’s fist was in his nose, breaking it. “I told you, DO NOT TOUCH ME!” shouted Cosette. The policeman was now angry. Cosette figured he’d never had this much trouble from one of his victims before. Then again, female mobsters were rare and he’d probably never met one. As she was thinking this, he attacked her, forcing her hands above her head so she couldn’t punch him again. “Let me go, you rapist!” she yelled, knowing he wouldn’t listen. He didn’t listen, and so she tried to kick him in the balls. He caught her leg with his foot and stamped on it hard again and again. Cosette took this opportunity to grab her purse only to find that the gun was no longer in there. She cursed, realizing the hospital must have taken it. Just as the policeman turned his attention back to raping her, the door opened and Frankie came in. “Thank God!” murmured Cosette as Frankie ran over and pulled the man off of her. Then she reached over and took the pistol from his coat pocket and shot the policeman in the head again and again until Frankie grabbed her arm. “That’s enough, lady.” Cosette’s vision cleared to see the police man in a pool of his own blood. Blood spatter was all over the room as well as bits of brain and shards of skull. “Good riddance to that rapist!” said Cosette with a smirk on her face. Frankie was in awe that a girl would say such a thing after committing a murder, or that a girl would commit a murder at all without having a huge mental breakdown afterwards. Cosette noticed he was staring at her. “What? Why are you staring at me?” she asked. Frankie clapped her on the back. “You got moxie, kid. I like that.” Cosette grinned. Vinny had said that exact thing to her years ago, right after she made her first kill for the mafia. She ripped the IV line out of her arm and straightened her dress, glad that hospital gowns had not been invented yet. “Let’s go, shall we?” said Cosette. Frankie replied, “Lady, you sure you’re okay to be walking around? Maybe you are still sick.” Cosette said, “I’m fine, Frankie!” she put her shoes on and ran out the door, Frankie close behind her. Soon they were both out on the street and Cosette was running towards the warehouse. Frankie grabbed her arm. “Where are you going?” he asked. Cosette realized she had been headed towards her mafia family’s warehouse instead of Al Capone’s warehouse. She stopped and turned to Frankie. “Sorry, I was headed towards my warehouse instead of Al Capone’s. Force of habit I guess.” Frankie raised an eyebrow as he led her towards the correct warehouse.
When she reached the warehouse, Cosette was near fainting from exhaustion. She yawned as she and Frankie walked into the warehouse and down some stairs. “You all right?” asked Frankie. “I’m tired. I guess I wasn’t well enough to walk around after all. But I had to leave that hospital, especially after killing a cop.” Frankie nodded. “The doc should be back by now. He can help you if you’re still sick from being shot.” Just then Cosette missed a step and fell forward. Frankie caught her easily and lifted her into his arms. The kiss that followed was almost instantaneous as their lips locked together in a passionate rhythm. She pushed him against the wall with her body weight. Suddenly she lost her balance and fell off of the stairs. She screamed as she fell towards the stone floor. As she landed, she woke up with a gasp. Frankie, who was still carrying her, stopped. “Are you okay, sweetie?” he asked. Cosette shook her head. “I’ve been having weird dreams lately, mostly when I pass out. This time I dreamt that I fell off of the stairs.” She wasn’t going to tell him what caused her to fall off of the stairs in the first place. He accepted this and finished going down the stairs then walked to Al Capone’s office and knocked politely at the door. “Come in,” was the immediate reply. Frankie opened the door and walked into Al Capone’s office. Al Capone was sitting at his desk, twirling a pink glitter gel pen in his hand. Cosette knew that he had gotten it from her purse. She was offended he had gone through her purse without asking her first. She knew he had probably been the one to take the gun out as well. She frowned, suddenly disillusioned. She had idolized him and he stole from her! He was so hot, why did he have to be mean like this? Tears filled her eyes as she realized the boss had been right. Sleeping with Al Capone would do naught but harm. She couldn’t believe he would do such a thing. “Where did you get that?” she asked in a thin voice, trying not to cry. Normally she never cried but all this crap with being shot and nearly being raped just was too much for her to handle. Her lips shook despite themselves. Al Capone saw that she was close to crying and immediately ran over to her. “What happened, honey?” He looked at Frankie. “What’d you do to her, Frankie?” Frankie shrugged. “I didn’t do nothin’ to her, Boss! I don’t know what the matter with her is. She said that she was tired, but I don’t know why that would make her so upset.” Capone sighed and turned his attention back to Cosette. He smiled at her in a vain attempt to soothe her. She pulled back as he tried to touch her. “Don’t touch me!” she said. Capone was confused and asked, “What did I do?” Cosette replied, “You went through my purse! That’s where you got that pen, isn’t it? Now if you would kindly give it back to me as well as the gun you took and anything else you stole from me, I will gladly walk out of here and you’ll never have to see me again.” Capone handed her the pen. “I never went through your purse, honey! I would never do that. I found this pen on the floor of the café. As for your gun, I’m sure the hospital took it. Going through a woman’s purse is something that only low-down thieves and pickpockets do. I would shoot myself if I ever did such a thing.” Cosette believed him despite all the circumstantial evidence pointing to his guilt. “Okay, I believe you. I’m sorry I accused you of stealing from me.” Capone’s smile returned to his face, making Cosette’s heart palpitate. She wanted very badly to kiss him, but knew that was out of the question. So she settled for pointing to the desk and pulling on Frankie’s pinstripe jacket. Frankie nodded and placed her gently on the desk. She looked over at Al and winked at him. Capone said, “Frankie, go get that doctor. This lady and I have some catching up to do.” Frankie left and closed the door behind him. As soon as he was out of earshot, Capone asked, “So lady, where do you come from anyway? I’ve talked to many people and nobody seems to know you or remember seeing you before the incident in the café. I like you, and I’d like to have a relationship with you, but I need to know who I’m dealing with before that happens.” Cosette motioned for Capon to sit. He waved the request off. “I am from Kansas, Mr. Capone. I recently moved here because I was bored out of my mind in Kansas.” Capone nodded and sat down. Cosette slid herself off the desk and into his lap. To her surprise, Al did not act shocked by her forward behavior at all. Instead, he smiled and shifted himself a little so that she was in a more comfortable position. “By the way, my name is Cosette. I never got around to telling you that for some reason,” said she, hoping he would kiss her, but he didn’t. He remained a gentleman with her despite the fact she was on his lap. Suddenly the door opened and the doctor came in and raised an eyebrow at her being on his lap but stayed silent. “Mr. Capone is this the lady who is ill?” Capone stood up and put Cosette on the desk. “Yes. She has been shot but left the hospital before she was properly treated. The doctor nodded and approached Cosette.
Cosette woke up in a hospital bed. She looked around and was sad not to see Capone next to her. She was completely alone in a 1920’s hospital. She figured this was a good time to call the boss and update him. She took her phone out of her purse on the bedside table and dialed the boss’s number. He answered immediately. “Hey, Cosette! What’s going on? I thought you’d be back by now.” Cosette replied, “I ran into a complication, Boss. I was shot sometime before going into the past, and I fainted into Al Capone’s arms.” The boss was speechless for a second or two. “I know. You bled all over my office and all over the break room. I’m not sure why you never noticed it. I thought you would come back to the future as soon as you realized you were hurt. I’ve told you before: I do not expect you to fight for the family while injured or sick.” Cosette replied, “Boss, I’m in a hospital right now. I blacked out after Capone began to carry me here. He’s the one who discovered the gunshot wound. I’ll come back after I get the information.” The boss sighed. “No, Cosette. I want you to come back now. This information is not vital to the mafia or me. This mission I sent you on was only a passing fancy. And even if it were important, you are still more important to me. You need to come home so you can get real medical care.” Cosette answered, “I don’t want to leave. I want to spend more time with Al Capone!” “Oh no. You have a crush on him don’t you? Listen, you need to go to a 21rst century hospital so you have more of a chance of survival. Those idiots in the 1920’s don’t know a damn thing about medicine!” Cosette pleaded, “Can’t I stay just a few more days? I want to seal the deal with this guy, and then I’ll come right home!” “Cosette, no! You yourself said that fucking with the past is dangerous and shouldn’t be done. If you sleep with Al Capone, two things will happen. One: you’ll change the past and thus the future in such a way that neither of us knows what will come of it; and two: you’ll get hooked after the first time with him, and you’ll never want to come home. Don’t do it, Cosette. Just come home now and you can seal the deal with that Native American cop you’re so fond of.” Cosette said, “I’m sorry, Boss.” Then she ended the call and put the phone back into her purse. Just then the door opened and a policeman came in. Cosette tried to keep her face blank even though inside she was cursing. “What’s your name sweetie?” he asked. Cosette replied, “My name is Emma.” The policeman smiled a creepy smile that made Cosette gag. She knew he was going to try to rape her. She backed up as he moved towards her. “I’m not going to hurt you sweetie. We’re going to have fun, aren’t we?” Cosette scowled. “No fucking way. Keep your filthy perverted hands off of me or you’ll be in so much pain you’ll wish you’d never come into this room.” The policeman frowned as he continued to approach her. “Don’t be like that. We’re just having some fun, aren’t we?” As he said that he put a hand on her breast and squeezed. Immediately Cosette’s fist was in his nose, breaking it. “I told you, DO NOT TOUCH ME!” shouted Cosette. The policeman was now angry. Cosette figured he’d never had this much trouble from one of his victims before. Then again, female mobsters were rare and he’d probably never met one. As she was thinking this, he attacked her, forcing her hands above her head so she couldn’t punch him again. “Let me go, you rapist!” she yelled, knowing he wouldn’t listen. He didn’t listen, and so she tried to kick him in the balls. He caught her leg with his foot and stamped on it hard again and again. Cosette took this opportunity to grab her purse only to find that the gun was no longer in there. She cursed, realizing the hospital must have taken it. Just as the policeman turned his attention back to raping her, the door opened and Frankie came in. “Thank God!” murmured Cosette as Frankie ran over and pulled the man off of her. Then she reached over and took the pistol from his coat pocket and shot the policeman in the head again and again until Frankie grabbed her arm. “That’s enough, lady.” Cosette’s vision cleared to see the police man in a pool of his own blood. Blood spatter was all over the room as well as bits of brain and shards of skull. “Good riddance to that rapist!” said Cosette with a smirk on her face. Frankie was in awe that a girl would say such a thing after committing a murder, or that a girl would commit a murder at all without having a huge mental breakdown afterwards. Cosette noticed he was staring at her. “What? Why are you staring at me?” she asked. Frankie clapped her on the back. “You got moxie, kid. I like that.” Cosette grinned. Vinny had said that exact thing to her years ago, right after she made her first kill for the mafia. She ripped the IV line out of her arm and straightened her dress, glad that hospital gowns had not been invented yet. “Let’s go, shall we?” said Cosette. Frankie replied, “Lady, you sure you’re okay to be walking around? Maybe you are still sick.” Cosette said, “I’m fine, Frankie!” she put her shoes on and ran out the door, Frankie close behind her. Soon they were both out on the street and Cosette was running towards the warehouse. Frankie grabbed her arm. “Where are you going?” he asked. Cosette realized she had been headed towards her mafia family’s warehouse instead of Al Capone’s warehouse. She stopped and turned to Frankie. “Sorry, I was headed towards my warehouse instead of Al Capone’s. Force of habit I guess.” Frankie raised an eyebrow as he led her towards the correct warehouse.
When she reached the warehouse, Cosette was near fainting from exhaustion. She yawned as she and Frankie walked into the warehouse and down some stairs. “You all right?” asked Frankie. “I’m tired. I guess I wasn’t well enough to walk around after all. But I had to leave that hospital, especially after killing a cop.” Frankie nodded. “The doc should be back by now. He can help you if you’re still sick from being shot.” Just then Cosette missed a step and fell forward. Frankie caught her easily and lifted her into his arms. The kiss that followed was almost instantaneous as their lips locked together in a passionate rhythm. She pushed him against the wall with her body weight. Suddenly she lost her balance and fell off of the stairs. She screamed as she fell towards the stone floor. As she landed, she woke up with a gasp. Frankie, who was still carrying her, stopped. “Are you okay, sweetie?” he asked. Cosette shook her head. “I’ve been having weird dreams lately, mostly when I pass out. This time I dreamt that I fell off of the stairs.” She wasn’t going to tell him what caused her to fall off of the stairs in the first place. He accepted this and finished going down the stairs then walked to Al Capone’s office and knocked politely at the door. “Come in,” was the immediate reply. Frankie opened the door and walked into Al Capone’s office. Al Capone was sitting at his desk, twirling a pink glitter gel pen in his hand. Cosette knew that he had gotten it from her purse. She was offended he had gone through her purse without asking her first. She knew he had probably been the one to take the gun out as well. She frowned, suddenly disillusioned. She had idolized him and he stole from her! He was so hot, why did he have to be mean like this? Tears filled her eyes as she realized the boss had been right. Sleeping with Al Capone would do naught but harm. She couldn’t believe he would do such a thing. “Where did you get that?” she asked in a thin voice, trying not to cry. Normally she never cried but all this crap with being shot and nearly being raped just was too much for her to handle. Her lips shook despite themselves. Al Capone saw that she was close to crying and immediately ran over to her. “What happened, honey?” He looked at Frankie. “What’d you do to her, Frankie?” Frankie shrugged. “I didn’t do nothin’ to her, Boss! I don’t know what the matter with her is. She said that she was tired, but I don’t know why that would make her so upset.” Capone sighed and turned his attention back to Cosette. He smiled at her in a vain attempt to soothe her. She pulled back as he tried to touch her. “Don’t touch me!” she said. Capone was confused and asked, “What did I do?” Cosette replied, “You went through my purse! That’s where you got that pen, isn’t it? Now if you would kindly give it back to me as well as the gun you took and anything else you stole from me, I will gladly walk out of here and you’ll never have to see me again.” Capone handed her the pen. “I never went through your purse, honey! I would never do that. I found this pen on the floor of the café. As for your gun, I’m sure the hospital took it. Going through a woman’s purse is something that only low-down thieves and pickpockets do. I would shoot myself if I ever did such a thing.” Cosette believed him despite all the circumstantial evidence pointing to his guilt. “Okay, I believe you. I’m sorry I accused you of stealing from me.” Capone’s smile returned to his face, making Cosette’s heart palpitate. She wanted very badly to kiss him, but knew that was out of the question. So she settled for pointing to the desk and pulling on Frankie’s pinstripe jacket. Frankie nodded and placed her gently on the desk. She looked over at Al and winked at him. Capone said, “Frankie, go get that doctor. This lady and I have some catching up to do.” Frankie left and closed the door behind him. As soon as he was out of earshot, Capone asked, “So lady, where do you come from anyway? I’ve talked to many people and nobody seems to know you or remember seeing you before the incident in the café. I like you, and I’d like to have a relationship with you, but I need to know who I’m dealing with before that happens.” Cosette motioned for Capon to sit. He waved the request off. “I am from Kansas, Mr. Capone. I recently moved here because I was bored out of my mind in Kansas.” Capone nodded and sat down. Cosette slid herself off the desk and into his lap. To her surprise, Al did not act shocked by her forward behavior at all. Instead, he smiled and shifted himself a little so that she was in a more comfortable position. “By the way, my name is Cosette. I never got around to telling you that for some reason,” said she, hoping he would kiss her, but he didn’t. He remained a gentleman with her despite the fact she was on his lap. Suddenly the door opened and the doctor came in and raised an eyebrow at her being on his lap but stayed silent. “Mr. Capone is this the lady who is ill?” Capone stood up and put Cosette on the desk. “Yes. She has been shot but left the hospital before she was properly treated. The doctor nodded and approached Cosette.