Well, I'm finally posting this. It's an eventual LuckXO.C. story. I hope you like it. It's rated for eventual violence, eventual language, and eventual implied sexual situations. Anywhoo, I don't own Baccano and never will.
Luck Gandor. That name, if whispered in the seedy areas of New York's nightclubs and strip joints, can strike fear into the hearts of all who know of him. He has been at the top of the crime ladder since the thirties. He is smart, cunning, and bloodthirsty when he has to be. But there is one thing that about the man that terrifies all who hear his name. He cannot die. He cannot age. He stays forever locked in a twenty four year olds body, constantly expanding his crime empire from the underbelly of NYC to Sin City and beyond.
It was when he reached Texas that I met him. He didn't personally come down to the south at first. He sent men like he had in Florida and California. It wasn't until later on that he actually came. Before he even considered visiting, I had taken a job working under his assistant in Houston.
I didn't really pay attention to the "real" business going on around me. I just filed papers. I was basically a secretary. Really, it wasn't that I was just oblivious to everything going on. I just simply didn't care. I was supporting my sick mother and two younger siblings who weren't old enough to work yet. I wasn't about to do anything to compromise my job.
It was on a day like any other that I met the Mr. Gandor that I'd heard so much about. Okay, so I didn't hear about him that much. This is probably why I tried to kick him out when he first walked in.
"I'm sorry, sir, but Mr. Meralli is expecting his boss in today. He is not seeing anyone else until he gets here." I said after stopping a young man from entering my boss's office.
"I am aware, Miss." he said with a small, polite smile. Then he tried to walk past me anyway.
I stepped to the side to block him. "Which means I can't let you in either."
"He's expecting me." the man said almost pushing me out of the way.
"If he was expecting you," I grabbed his arm and held him back. "He would have told me."
At this moment, my boss decided to walk out of his office and see me trying to man handle this man out of the building. I happened to look over at him and see his face turn completely white.
"Amelia! Why are you kicking my boss out?!" he shouted.
I froze, just staring at him. Slowly, my head turned to look up into the young man's golden eyes. He winked at me before pulling away and walking past my boss into the office. Mr. Meralli shot me a glare before entering the office and shutting the door.
I quickly sat back at my desk and stared at the blank computer screen, thinking about how stupid I was. While the two men talked, I filed a few papers and retyped a few documents. Finally, they exited the room and shook hands.
"I'm glad to see everything is going well." the golden eyed man said. He glanced over at me, making me want to bang my head on the desk. As he started to walk out the door, my boss turned on me.
"You're fired!" he yelled at me.
"No!" I said standing up. "Sir, I need this job."
He fixed me with a hard stare. "You embarrassed me in front of my boss. Now, pack up your things. I want you out of here before tonight."
"Please! Give me another chance. I'm sorry."
He ignored me and walked back inside his office. I dropped back down in my seat and let my head fall into my hands. I felt tears brim in my eyes and just allowed them to spill over onto my cheeks. I knew I would never be able to find another job like this one. I would be lucky if I found one at all.
"Excuse me, Miss." I heard the man say quietly. I looked up into his soft golden eyes. He gave me a polite smile and pulled up a chair to sit across from me. I quickly wiped my eyes and looked at him again.
"Can I help you with something?" I asked.
"No." he said. "You seem upset about losing your job, though."
"I am…" I looked away and picked at my nails. "I have to take care of my family and I can't do that if I'm not receiving any income."
"How would you like to come work for me?" he asked.
I simply stared at the man for a second. He didn't look like he was joking. He seemed sincere. It took me a minute, but finally I just nodded my head.
"You will have to come to New York with me, but I will make sure your family is taken care of." he said thoughtfully. "Is that okay?"
"I have to leave?"
"If you won't leave your family, I understand." he said quickly. "I just wanted to offer you the chance. I'll double your salary he was paying you."
"But, I won't ever see them again?" I asked.
"Well, I assume you would come back on holidays. I'm not going to kidnap you." he cracked a smirk at the comment. "So what do you say?"
"I can't just leave them here alone. Who will take care of my mother and brothers?"
"I suppose not." he said, standing up. "I hope you find another job then, Miss."
I watched as he started walking away. My brain jumped into hyper drive. If I was being paid double my salary now, I could hire a caretaker for my family while I was away. I stood up and grabbed my bag from its spot beside my chair. Then, I quickly ran outside where the golden eyed man was just stepping into a parked car.
"Wait!" I called making him pause and look over toward me. I rushed over. "I'll take the job." I said.
He smiled at me and nodded. "I expected you would. Here, I'll give you ride to your house."
I sat down inside the dark interior of his car. He slid in beside me and started up the engine. I glanced over at him and found myself staring into his warm golden eyes.
"We never were properly introduced." he observed. "I'm Luck Gandor." he added.
"Amelia Lister." I introduced myself.
"It's wonderful to meet you, Miss Lister." He looked back at the road. "Now, why don't you tell me your address?"
I told him and he quickly drove me toward my house. He stopped the car in front of my small house and set shifted the car into park. "I'll wait for you to go in say goodbye to your family, pack, and all that jazz." He smirked again.
"We're leaving today?" I asked.
He nodded. "My flight leaves tonight so I would appreciate a bit of a rush right now."
I quickly stepped out of the car and ran inside the house. My little brothers were playing on the carpet with my aunt watching them. I stepped around the wrestling pair and hugged my aunt tightly.
"What's with the sudden display of affection, Amelia?" she asked hugging me back.
"I got fired today, Aunt Rachael." I told her pulling away. "Then, I got offered an amazing job in New York for double what I'm being paid now. I have to take it. If I don't we won't have any income."
She stared at me in shock for a moment. "So, you're leaving? When?"
"That's the sad part. I have to leave tonight." I hugged her again. "I'll be back during holidays and possibly birthdays. And I'll send checks back to you, so you can pay the rent and take care of mom and these two." My brothers had stopped playing and were looking up at me.
"You're leaving us, Amelia?" David asked. He was the older of the two. Still he was only seven. I bent down to their level.
"It's not permanent." I promised. "Now, both of you give me a hug." I hugged my two brothers tightly then walked to my room to pack.
I didn't have much to bring. Still, I packed all my clothes and makeup into a bag. I also threw in some jewelry for special occasions. All of it filled one suitcase that I slung over my shoulder and walked into my mom's bedroom.
It was set up like a regular hospital room. A monitor kept track of her heartbeat, blood pressure, and all the other vitals twenty four hours a day. I walked over and kissed her cheek in goodbye. I stayed for a minute, secretly wishing that she would wake up so I could tell her a proper goodbye. Of course, that didn't happen and I just had to walk out hoping that she would wake up some day.
Aunt Rachel was crying when I came back in the room. David and Michael looked as if they were close to tears also. I gave everyone one last hug before walking back out into the Texas heat.
Sure enough, the young Mr. Gandor was still waiting on me in his car. I walked over and got into the vehicle which immediately peeled off down the road. I looked over at him, surprised at his sudden rush.
"Sorry, I just misjudged time a bit here. My flight's leaving in a few hours and we still have to get you a ticket." He smiled at me good naturedly.
I smiled back a bit shyly, wondering if he was always this friendly with his employees. We rushed to the airport and just barely made it onto our plane. I sat back in my seat beside the man and looked out the window as the plane soared high over the clouds. The sun was setting giving the clouds an orange tint.
I glanced over at Mr. Gandor who had headphones in his ears and his head rested back against the seat. I started to doubt the decision I had made to come with the man. Who knows what could happen when I got to New York. I sighed and settled into the seat and let my slide closed for the rest of the long flight.
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