A Little Taste of Heaven

Okay, so I'm not sure when these will come out, but whenever I finish a story one of them will be put up. Since I haven't been able to update my other stories since I'm down in Florida, I thought I would give you this as a treat to hold you over. They are all Chuck and Blair stories which I have been working on for a long time. I decided to give you guys some information on each and also a little preview, story per chapter. In return, I would love to hear your thoughts on each of them as well as which one you're excited about after you read the last one, which would be the last update on this preview story. Enjoy!

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Face the Music

Summary: Chuck Bass, the most notorious criminal of his time. His business: bank robbing, bootlegging, drug dealing, and ownership of over a dozen joints in New York. He had everything that he wanted. But what did he want most? His Girl, Blair Waldorf.

Setting: 1920's, New York

Includes: Romance, Drama, Angst, and Crime

Inspiration: Public Enemies, Manhattan Melodrama, The Great Gatsby, and just my overall love for the Roaring Twenties.

Preview: Here's a snippet of a scene from the story. It comes from Chapter 1: The Bad and the Beautiful.

"You win again, Chuck," Carter mumbled. It was clear how agitated he had become. Due to his love of gambling however, he was incapable of stopping. No matter how many times he bet, Chuck won, and he lost. Carter just kept on until he was all out of money. Sure a few times someone dealt him a lucky hand, but that was a slim chance lately.

"That's forty grand, Boss," One of Carter's boys told him. He tried to make it discreet, but there were still a few chuckles heard from women around the room. Chuck had made a fool out of him, again. It angered Carter deeply, but it would be unwise to make that known in here. So instead he sucked up his pride and pointed at Chuck.

"One last bet," Carter proclaimed.

Chuck only smirked at him in response. A few whispers came from the crowd that had gathered, but both men pretended not to take notice. Of course whether he took notice or not Chuck thrived off the popularity, all the impressed and sometimes jealous faces that looked upon him.

"I'll play double against the forty thousand," Carter announced.

"Alright," Chuck sighed. To mock Carter he shot him a sympathy look. On the inside all smiles were out though.

"It's your funeral," his voice dropped lower, but Carter heard.

The game was long, for Carter at least. The crowd was silent, atmosphere eerie, and mood oh so tense. Finally it came to a close. Carter's eyes rose slowly, all sense of light drained from them.

"I've been playin' hand like that all night and it wins for you," he grumbled and glared at Chuck. Chuck only looked around with a smirk, slight chuckle from his lips.

"If I wasn't standing in your joint I'd a said you'd double-crossed me, Chuck." It was an insult, hidden and covered, but Chuck still heard it. Slowly his eyes lowered into a glare, target Carter.

"Don't claim to be a fall guy, Carter. Ruin a bunch of people's evenings if you go preaching fraud," Chuck returned. When Carter did not respond, but accepted the comeback people started to shuffle away. Slowly, with their few men beside them, the two were left alone at the table. It was funny how close each stood to their enemy and how often it seemed to happen.

"I believe you owe me eighty grand there Baizen. Best pay up or Johnny here will be taking you for a ride."

Chuck did always love to serve threats with a smile, or smirk to be more specific. Carter muttered profanities under his breath as he took out his wallet. Chuck watched in amusement until something across the room distracted him.

His eyes zoned in on a gorgeous female who had entered the room. His breath hitched in his throat at the mere sight of her. She had porcelain skin, doe brown eyes, ruby lips set in a playful pout, and chestnut curls pulled up on the top of her head that was held together by a black cloche style hat.

He could not help, but continue to allow his eyes to roam over her figure next. She had not one single imperfection on her entire body. Completely slender, but not tall at all, in fact she was rather tiny. The dress she wore was black sequins, went about mid-thigh, and had thin straps. She had several strings of pearls and matching earrings to complete the remarkable ensemble. Her outfit showed how upper class she truly was, unlike most of the other girls in there. Not to mention her beauty and elegance out shown all others he had ever seen.

Never before had he admired beauty in a girl like this, but just gaped at their chest. She was different though, everything about her. Something in his stomach fluttered when she looked around the room. All he wanted was for her to look at him and walk over, but instead a blond girl came out of nowhere and took hold of her hand. Both girls giggled and walked into the crowd of people, they were still in the room, but no longer seen. The effect had yet to burn out on Chuck though.

"Here you are Chuck," Carter interrupted his thoughts. Chuck's eyes snapped down as Carter thrust the money at him. With a sly smirk he took it and stuffed it into his jacket.

"Now that I'm out of jack, I think I'll go on and beat it," his words reached Chuck's ears, but not much was comprehended. It wasn't until he saw Carter and his boys as they left the room until he realized what had been said. None of this bothered him though, but the fact that he wasn't on his game did.

What had that woman done to him? As for that matter what in the hell was her name and where had she went to? Just as he started to step forward someone pulled him back a bit.

"Chuck, bulls are outside, coming in to search the place. Best get all the other boys to pipe down about caper jobs and such before they do," Johnny whispered into his ear. Chuck nodded, expression never changed, and he motioned to several men around the room. Most got up and resumed in casual positions while others found a woman to dance with. Then as suspected two officers and their head one came into the room.

"We got a warrant to search the tables, Mr. Bass," the head one told him. Chuck just nodded the man off and then sipped his scotch. People scowled at the men as they did their work. As always they found nothing that was there. Chuck found it rather amusing that he always kept it right under their noses.

He forgot about that though and motioned Nate and Johnny off. He wanted to find that little brunette he had spotted earlier. Maybe if he got a closer look that dang fluttering feeling in his stomach would go away.

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Closing Note:

Well there's the preview for the first one. Tell me what you think and if you'd like me to post a preview of the next story. There is a total of five waiting to be published.

Next Up: Possessive Beings…

XOXO,

Shelby