Disclaimer: Don't own One Piece!

NOTE 1. : I published this as a song fic but someone *grumbles* made me take it down and I decided to make a multi chapter actual story from the one –shot. Enjoy!

NOTE 2: : Va fa napole: "Go to Naples" (i.e., "Go to hell."). ;)

Chapter 1.


Another night at the Moonshine club.

Julia sat at her dressing table adjusting her make up. Full red lips, long golden hair.

She checked her dress one last time. The strapless tube dress was encased in glitter, shimmering under the dim light. A cut just under her hip allowed her leg to show and amaze.

Pulling her purple satin gloves she smiled at the mirror ˝Time to start this show!˝


The joint had a certain tone to it, like any nefarious deals made here were the most innocent of child's play. The faint red light reminded me of a hooker's place, but in a more subtle way. It was hazy, the smoke rising up from the cigarette holders that ladies had, and the thick cuban cigars enjoyed by the gentlemen.

Julia waited behind a thick, velvet curtain along with her band, The Big Shots.

The announcer, Johnny flashed a smile to the crowd:

˝Good evening ladies and gents, this night, performing only for you the lovely Julia Stone and the Big Shots! Let's give them a round of applause!˝

She stepped on stage and gripped the microphone and swayed her hips showing the band to start playing.


The singing of the beautiful broad in the red dress was met by clacking glasses and laughter. She was perfection embodied in 6 feet of long legs, beautiful body, and gorgeous face. Her name was Julia Stone, and those who knew her said that her last name was the same as her heart, cold as stone.

Julia sang and enchanted the crowd, allowing her voice to fill the space of the club, bashing along the walls and turning back.

Finally the last song came on.

˝This is a special song that I dedicate to you...˝- her voice softly ended in a mysterious tone.

She opened her eyes and turned her head to the northern booth. Secluded from the others two figures sat there, enjoying cigares and bourbon.

Pouting her lips she smiled and bit softly on them.

The larger of the two smirked and looked at her, unclothing her with his eyes.

His flame red hair shone against his black striped suit. A red hankerchief was neatly tucked in his pocket.

A ciggar in his hands burned slowly.
She hugged the microphone lovering herself and arching her back. Daring another look she saw his hungry look.

Doing a small dance she turned to the crowd who cheered and worshiped her at her feat.

A deep inhale, shifting her hair so it fell across her left cheek she arched and sang.

Not even the scars across his left eye made him ugly.

Deadly attactive. The mob boss Eustass.

Next to him, his blonde right hand Killer. Always wearing a blue suit and his blue white stripped mask.

The were the fear of the city.

And after this song ends and the showlights turn off she becomes only his.

And he is hers, her big bad handsome man.