i'm a legend.

Lorenzo 'Enzo' Terranova. 32 years old. Italian blood, owner of The Crocker Club, and better than you. Capo for Cosa Nostra

[enzo-terranova]

Last Minute Arrangements | Enzo x Charlie {Charity Event}

[enzo-terranova]

charliestclaire 

Text to: Mr. Enzo Terranova

you don’t a girl many choices, Mr. Terranova. 

you’re fortunate that yes, I would love to :)

Charlie hadn’t stopped thinking about this new man in her life. He was… different from the usual LA type of boys. Every minute with him felt like she was in danger somehow. It was a familiar feeling. One that had caused her to fall in love so hard, and break so much harder. But it was the kind of rush that reminded her of being on stage. This was something she couldn’t pass up, no matter the cost. She knew anything could happen, and it didn’t mean it would necessarily end up bad, right? When she received a text from Enzo, she was surprised by his bluntness, but loved being wanted by a man. However, she was unsure at first, wondering how this could work since he was temporary her boss. But she was typing out her response before she could have time to realize that maybe she shouldn’t. The rush was apparently addictive.

She had previously went shopping for the ball with one of her friends Maggie. At the time, Maggie had a date and Charlie didn’t. So her friend swayed Charlie’s dress choices toward the more provocative ones in hopes of gaining attention. Now she was thanking her friend that she had a beautiful dress to wear as she was by Enzo’s side. Charlie had spent a good hour and a half with her hair and makeup artist, getting ready and getting excited about the event. There was no way she would be able to do her hair the way it came out. She was happy as could be at the moment. Happiness for just herself, rarely came to her so she was relishing in it. So much so that even after her help had left, she didn’t realize that Enzo wasn’t on-the-dot on time. Hearing the chime of her door, she pulled herself away from the mirror, she was trying to make sure she looked the part. “Hello,” she said as she opened her door revealing the deep rose hue of her dress. Charlie’s eyes went up and down on him, obviously taking in his handsome appearance. “You look so hot.” She said so bluntly as the thought crossed her mind. “I mean..” she quickly tried to recover as her cheeks turned almost as red as her dress.

When the door opened and revealed the blonde in the deep shade of red dress, Enzo’s eyes traveled along the fabric as it clung to her body. “Cazzo, sei calda. Voglio dire, sei così bella, Charlie.” His native tongue overtaking him in the moment, not realizing the female probably had no idea what he said. “I mean, you look fuckin’ gorgeous, Charlie.” Enzo complimented her before a cocky smile came across his face at her statement. The rose colored blush spread across her face and made the male’s grin a bit wider. “Thanks, doll. But you’re gonna be gettin’ all the eyes, especially in that dress. Damn.” He muttered the curse word under his breath, his eyes roaming over her body once more. “C’mon, let’s go.” He said, not adding the words ‘before I decide not to’. Enzo definitely considered blowing the whole party if it meant spending the evening alone with Charlie, all because of that damn red dress.

The male offered her his hand before leading the two into the car, the driver closing the door after the two climbed in. Settling into his seat, Enzo reached over and grabbed the bottle of champagne in the ice bucket. “I figured we’re gonna be late, so why not go ahead and start drinking?” He grinned, turning his gaze back onto her with the bottle in one hand and two glasses in the other. Enzo placed the two glasses on the built in table in the sedan, filling the two glasses halfway before laying the bottle back in ice. He lifted one glass and held the other to her, waiting for her to grab it. “Here’s to you sayin’ yes.” The man said, giving the blonde a dimpled and charming grin.

[enzo-terranova]

olivia-drake

Liv hummed softly beneath her breath at the idea. Stronger definitely sounded better. Sliding her gaze over to the unfamiliar face beside her she slowly formed half of a grin. “I like the way you think. To be honest, I’m not even interested in mixed drinks tonight. In fact, I might just ask for the bottle of whiskey itself.”

“Whiskey drinker, huh? Actually my drink of choice. Well, whiskey or bourbon.” Enzo confessed with another small smile, thinking the female’s drink choice was somewhat of a sexy attribute to her. “Nobody’s guardin’ the door. We’d be at the store and back in 15 tops.” The Italian thought aloud with his grin slowly growing across his face. “What do you say, cara?”

[enzo-terranova]

mjadewalker

“Well, shit. My bad.” Mckenzie chimed with light laughter. “Either way, you’re all good.”

The laughter was cutesy coming from the young female, causing Enzo to cock his head to the side slightly. “Y’know, you seem pretty young to be in a club. How old are you, signora?” He teasingly asked her with a small, dimpled grin.

[enzo-terranova]

Last Minute Arrangements | Enzo x Charlie {Charity Event}

@charliestclaire

Text to: Ms St Claire ‘so you going to the ball thing tomorrow? if yes, wanna be my date? if no, wanna be my date?’ ‘im expecting a yes to either of those btw’

A reply to a text was what decided whether Enzo attended the ball or not, being as he only wanted to use the ball as an excuse to see the beautiful temp waitress. The man knew she’d say yes even before she did; that was what prompted him to wait a few minutes before saying he’d come pick her up around 6. He woke up the morning of the ball with a grin on his face, remembering the last minute date he managed to get. Climbing out of bed and pulling on his running attire, Enzo left his condo to take his daily run. It was interrupted after an hour as the Italian was delivered an order via text to take care of some business. He was hoping to have everything handled by 6, but the multiple texts that followed the first one made the man groan as he handed towards his club to meet with his crew...

Rushing into his condo, the male glanced at the time on his cell phone before tossing it on a table. ‘5:29′ was displayed in white letters. “Oh, fottermi.” He groaned the Italian curse words as he quickly pulled his now bloody running attire. The man didn’t think he’d be in a hurry to get ready, but because of having to deal with a potential rat he’d be lucky to pick Charlie up on time. Showering as fast as ever, he cursed again when he saw one of his knuckles on his right hand was busted. The male bandaged his knuckle, dried himself off, pulled the grey suit on, and fixed his hair in a mere 12 minutes. Grabbing his phone, Enzo quickly left his place and somehow his driver managed to make it to Charlie’s place at 6:07. Stepping out and going to her door, Enzo put an apologetic smile on his face and waited for her to answer.

[olivia-drake]

An impatient sigh slipped past Liv’s lips as she craned her neck to look past the long line of people waiting at the ballroom bar. “I swear it’s like all of Los Angeles and their bloody mothers turned out tonight. At this rate I could make it to the liquor store and back before the next person is served.”

[enzo-terranova]

Enzo watched the impatient brunette in front of him, resisting the urge to chuckle at the somewhat childish behavior. “Y’know, probably not a bad idea to go to the liquor store They’d have stronger shit too.” His Italian accent heavy through his words as he spoke.

[enzo-terranova]

Enzo Terranova attending The Give Thanks & Give Back Charity Ball.

[enzo-terranova]

{Closed} [At Enzo’s Club, Crocker Club]

[enzo-terranova]

charliestclaire 

Charlie nodded, she would see everything in action soon enough. Her front teeth sank into her plush bottom lip as she held her tongue about the truth of the main waitress name. Enzo would probably find out soon enough. Plus Charlie wasn’t the type to correct people. It wasn’t how she was raised. She couldn’t help, but smile at him again. Her eyes were smiling along with her lips. He was such a charmer, and he knew it. It was Charlie’s kryptonite. “I’ll certainly try to make everyone love me then.” She said, more so about him then about the guests that would be arriving. But Charlie was subtle about it, and wouldn’t admit it if confronted. “Hmm,” she mused, playfully acting as if she was thinking deeply. “Maybe… if I like it here.”

His brown hues watched her teeth bit into her plum, pink bottom lip and wished it was his teeth biting into her lip, knowing that action would no doubt get a small moan from the blonde. The thought of hearing the female’s moan now overtook his brain, the sudden urge coming over him to just grab her up and get away from the crowd of workers around them. The smile across her angelic face was just pure beauty. “You will have no trouble makin’ love you, bello.” He confidently said, knowing he didn’t have any trouble enjoying the female’s company. Her playfulness caused the Italian to give a wide, dimpled grin to her. “If you can think of anythin’ I can do to help sway your opinion, well, just let me know.” Enzo said to her before leaning towards her and lowering his voice a little to add, “Anythin’ at all, Ms. St. Claire.”

[enzo-terranova]

{Closed} [At Enzo’s Club, Crocker Club]

[enzo-terranova]

charliestclaire 

Charlie felt like she was in scene or in a play as she watched him take her hand and kiss it. A move that seemed to only exist in films. It was probably something she could cross off her bucket list of things to experience. “Enzo,” she repeated, and a faint blush spread across her cheeks as she brought her hand back to her side. She wasn’t sure if it was the accent or the fact that he called her beautiful in his native tongue, but Enzo was certainly charming. But he was the boss, and she had to be on her best behavior. Especially if she wanted to return. “You’re welcome. I can’t wait to see the room come alive.” The blonde was able to pull her gaze from him, to the elegant fixings of the place. She knew this place had to have high clientele, which was making her nervous to be working there on short notice. “Any tips for my first night, here?” Her voice more raspy than before as she began to worry over the job she had to do.

Seeing the rose red spread across the female’s cheeks, Enzo resisted his urge to smirk at the effect he was having on her. He lifted the glass of whiskey to his lips, taking a swig of the alcohol and feeling the familiar burn in his throat. “It’s really somethin’, to see everythin’ in action.” He commented, not really wanting to be talking about how the club went with the beautiful lady but keeping his charming smile on his face. “Tips?” He repeated, chuckling softly. “Honestly, Carla probably told you more than I know. I run the books, bello, not the tables. Just smile like that and everyone will love you.” Enzo told her, glancing over at the waitress that was talking to her earlier. He at least thought the girl was named Carla, but the Italian had to keep up with so much shit nowadays it was easy for him to be wrong. “I’ll tell you what though; if I get a good report from tonight and you want to come back, well I’m lookin' for a temporary replacement.”

[enzo-terranova]

max-williams 

As she grew closer, a smile overtook her features. “Aren’t you a gentleman?” Max glanced to the bartender, not hesitating on her order, “Whiskey Straight Up, and make it a double.” Let her gaze fall back on Enzo, Max found an empty section at the bar to lean against, “I just game to say thank you for the chance to play at your club. Word on the street is that it’s one of the hottest places to be right now, and I’d say that’s pretty apparent by the size of the crowd surrounding us right now.” She looked around the packed space letting her eyes soon fall back on Enzo.

Enzo felt a smirk come over his face at her compliment of him being a gentleman. His bartender, Vinny, placed the woman’s drink down on the bar as he refilled Enzo’s whiskey. “Anytime you want to perform, you’re welcome to. ‘Course that might just be the gentleman in me.” He joked with her, grinning at the female as he lifted his whiskey glass to his lips. Taking a long swig, the Italian sighed in content after swallowing the drink. “Ah, tutto bene. Whiskey’s always good after a hard day.” He mused, the burn of the alcohol welcoming in his throat. However, the male definitely felt like he needed more substance in his system and soon.

[enzo-terranova]

{Closed} [At Enzo’s Club, Crocker Club]

[enzo-terranova]

charliestclaire

Charlie’s smile brighten as she saw his, she was glad to be met with warmth. It was a rare nowadays to get a genuine smile in this fake town. “Yes,” she said with a small nod, and a different smile when he repeated her name. His accent rang clear as a bell in her ears. Italian. She couldn’t help herself, but be intrigued by an accent. His appearance didn’t hurt either. “Pleasure to meet you too, Mr. Terranova.” Charlie instantly addressed him by his last name since he stated that he was the boss. She even spoke his name with a slight accent to say it correctly. She offered out her hand for a shake. “Your place is beautiful.” 

Hearing the female using his last name to greet him, Enzo found a small smirk overcome his face. He took her outstretched hand in his, bringing it to his lips and placing a light kiss to the back of her hand. “Please, call me Enzo, bellissimo.” He said to her after dropping her hand and giving her another dimpled grin. The Italian knew the effects his accent and usage of his native tongue had on women. “Well, thank you. I’ve put a lot of effort into this place, that’s for sure.”

[enzo-terranova]

dianareyes

“A drink?” Diana repeated the man’s words, followed by a soft nod of her head. “ Okay, come in–come in. I can do that. Have a seat.” She gestured toward the bar area as she walked over to it. “What are you drinking? Water, coffee, tea, vodka?” She scanned the array of glasses and mugs as she waited for the man’s answer.

Enzo unzipped the windbreaker he had on, the tight undershirt beneath it clinging to his muscled body. Walking over to the bar, he took a seat on a bar stool and smiled to the brunette. “Can you get a cup of coffee with a splash of whiskey?” He asked with a small chuckle, finding his eyes roaming over the pretty female. “Thanks for letting stay, bello. Could’ve just kicked me out.”

[enzo-terranova]

max-williams

@enzo-terranova

She had finished strong. Another great performance under her belt, and it would hopefully be the talk of the town for the next few days. The more people talked, the bigger the crowds would be. She was ready for her art to reach the world. She wanted to spread love through her music, and tonight had been one of the best yet.

Stepping off of the stage, Max made her way towards the back of the club ready to relax the rest of the evening. Liquor was a must, and if there just happen to be a little green floating around, she would be down for that too. But first, before she could sit down, she needed to thank the man who had made it all possible…Enzo. The guy had allowed her to come and play, taking a risk by allowing her music and art form to take over his stage for a night.

Eyes scanning the crowd, she managed to spot him and started making her way over towards him.

Standing near the bar in his club, his brown gaze stayed on the stage where the female musician was finishing her set. He lifted the glass of whiskey in his right hand up to his lips, filling the burn of the alcohol in his throat. The man had already decided he was not dealing with any work related problems for the rest of the night. In fact, Enzo was already on his second drink and had plans to be high and drunk by the end of the night. When the live music faded and the normal club music overtook the atmosphere, Enzo’s eyes landed on Max as she approached him. “Well, hello.” He grinned at the female, calling his bartender over. “Have a drink, on me, for doing so great.”

[enzo-terranova]

{Closed} [At Enzo’s Club, Crocker Club]

[enzo-terranova]

charliestclaire

After a lazy morning of doing nothing that she had set out to do, Charlie finally got up from her couch to only get a last minute call from her temp agency. Today was not the day for her to start a new random job. “Please don’t let it be waitressing.” These were the first words she said when answering the call, her voice almost pleading, but playful enough for the person on the other side to not get offended. “Crocker Club? Yes, I’ve heard of it. Okay, I’ll be there soon.” Charlie grimaced after ending the phone call, and started to get ready.

Upon her arrival, Charlie was in awe by the architecture of the club. It was like walking into the Golden Age of Old Hollywood. Everything in the room somehow twinkled. But she wasn’t able to stare at anything for too long as she got quickly briefed about how service was to go. Charlie being an actress made it really easy for her to adapt to new surroundings. So she nodded along and repeated everything right back to the waitress who was training her. The waitress had other things to attend to which left Charlie standing among the empty tables. Charlie’s ever changing green eyes met the brown ones of the man that spoke to her. She was slightly surprised to be addressed. 

“I’m Charlie. Charlie St. Claire. I’m a waitress here, but only just for tonight.” She said, with a soft smile informing the gentleman before her, and her body turned towards his in a polite manner. 

The radiant glow around the female just seemed to grow when she turned towards him. His dimpled smile widened across his face, finding the polite and nice nature of the woman appealing. There was something about a nice, girl-next-door type that made the man just want to ruin the innocence projected from the girl. “Charlie St. Claire.” He hummed with the grin still on his face, noticing the female’s name fit her appearance. “Well, it’s a pleasure. I’m Enzo Terranova, I own this place.”

[enzo-terranova]

oncemore-down-the-rabbithole

Mason licked his lips slightly as he shook his head. Mason stepped aside. “Oh then by all means.” Mason said as he dropped his arms to his sides. “Well your in the Hansom. Pick me up some coffee as well.” Mason said, his cockiness dripping from his words.

Enzo scoffed and rolled his eyes, finding the man’s cockiness a bit over the top. “What, one of those double expresso blended drinks all the girls order?”

[enzo-terranova]

Maybe it was only a little over 9AM, but Diana had sort of rewarded herself to a drink. Maybe two. Thus, she was singing softly to herself as she iced a cake on the counter. “…. Say ‘nighty-night’ and kiss me. Just hold me tight and tell me you’ll miss me. While I’m alone and blue as can be, dream a little dream of me,” she hummed, but only after she heard the soft sound of footsteps did she stop. She dropped the spatula she was using and emerged from behind the counter, fixing the collar of her shirt. “I’m sorry, but we don’t open for another hour.”

It was normal for Enzo to be up before the sun most days, and today was no different. The man pulled on a pair of sweatpants and a windbreaker before slipping his running shoes on and heading out his apartment building. Running along the empty streets, he couldn’t recall how many hours had passed before he stopped in front of a restaurant. His forehead was wet from sweat; but, being in the good shape he kept himself in, Enzo wasn’t winded from the long run. Hearing a soft feminine voice singing, Enzo walked into the place and towards the counter as the brunette appeared. “Oh, sorry. I just wanted something to drink.”

[enzo-terranova]

oncemore-down-the-rabbithole

Mason scoffed a little as he saw the man in front of him before he looked up at the building. “There is enough room to walk around.” Mason said as he raised his eyebrow slightly.  “Or do you think you own the whole side walk?” Mason asked as he crossed his arms across his chest and kept his eyes on the other male.

“Enough room to walk around? This is the only entrance to coffee shop, amico.” Enzo said, sarcasm coming through his Italian usage of the word pal. The cocky attitude from the male just made the Italian want to punch his face, but he resisted that urge. “I just want some fuckin’ coffee.”

[enzo-terranova]

{Closed} [At Enzo’s Club, Crocker Club]

@charliestclaire

The day was only halfway over and the Italian already had his knuckles bloody from a beating he gave to get payment for his boss. Sometimes he envied the easy and carefree lives of the people around him; that was pretty rare though. Wiping his hands clean on the car ride back to his club, he inspected his knuckles to ensure none of them were bleeding before climbing out of the black Sedan and entering through the back door. “Vinny, a drink. Adesso.” He said to a member of his crew and also the working bartender for the club. It was an hour before opening and majority of the workers were busy with setting up for tonight. That was when his brown eyes came across the blonde; her face innocent, her hazel eyes pure, and the glow around her reminded him of sunshine. Grabbing his whiskey as Vinny sat it down, Enzo walked over to the radiant female. “Who are you?”