The Good Girl and the Gangster
Summary: Y/N's father is a well known Rabbi in the local Jewish community. Alfie Solomons, notorious gangster, contributes to the community when he can, what happens when he starts messing with the Rabbi's daughter?
Warnings: Language, sexual themes (these warnings apply to the whole story, if there is anything new I'll make sure to make it known!)
A/N: and drabble no.5 takes the cake! It is a reader insert! Obviously the women in the moodboard have pale skin but I cropped their faces to emphasize the outfits, not the person! Envision whoever you'd like! Enjoy!
DISCLAIMER! I am not Jewish! Everything with any religious context has been taken from google! If something is incorrect I apologize! All translations are also from google! If anyone out there is practicing the faith or knows about it, feel free to correct me!
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I paced the pond, brows furrowed as I stared at the words on the page. Biscuit had been following my anxious paces, but the fat cat gave up and decided laying in the grass beside the cool water was better suited for him. I was hooked, the main character was torn between two noble men fighting for her hand in marriage. It seems that she is going to choose-
"Y/N!" My father called, approaching from the back door of our old servers quarters that we turned into my personal art studio. I snapped my book shut and held it in front of me. My father placed my cheeks in his hands and pecked my forehead, smiling and pushing my hair back gently.
"Good morning, ahava (love). We are leaving soon for Shabbat, go change before your mother catches you in this." My father tsked. I huffed and looked down at my slacks.
"Mother is so old fashioned, this is all very popular in France!" I exclaimed. Father chuckled.
"Well my dear, don't come crying to me when your mother throws a fit." I smiled and followed him through my art room to the main house, parting ways to get ready.
Mother, father and I arrived to an empty synagogue, minus a few other Rabbi's. We arrive every service an hour early to set up and prepare. Father organizes the readings and the songs while I lull around and read my book, tugging and adjusting my tight but modest dress.
I sat in an empty pew, picking up where I left off after reading a bit in the car. She had picked the man I hoped she would, and now it was the night of their wedding.
His strong hands guided mine to his throbbing member, I had never known a man to be so well endow-
"Put that away darling, service starts soon. It is not appropriate to be reading non-holy scripts here." Mother corrected gently, placing her hand on my leg and patting it as she sat next to me. I snapped my book shut and feel my face flush, if only she knew. Service started and went about the same as every other service goes.
Something was different about this service though. Towards the last prayer, the door swung open, the aged wood creaking. The prayer continued, but the clack of a cane and posh shoes caught the attention of a few nosy patrons, me being one of them.
In had walked Alfie Solomons.
Some murmured, most just going back to prayer as he sat in the last pew. Everyone knew Alfie, he was a gangster in Camden Town. Our temple was just outside of Camden Town, most people who attend this temple live in the suburbs. Alfie had never been to this church before, but as my father had mentioned once or twice, he donated frequently. I had never seen the man before, and I never thought he'd be as handsome as he was.
His hat was wide brimmed, dark and alluring, matching his overall presence. His thick black trench coat was a bit odd for the warm spring weather, but it suited his frame. He had a thick beard, covering a slightly scarred and dry face. His lips were plump and pink, absolutely appealing. His hands though, that was another story. They causally rested upon the pew, his large rings and crown tattoo catching my attention. I flinched as I felt my mother pinch the skin of my leg between her sharp finger nails. I glanced at her, her head down and eyes closed.
"Mind the prayer, it is not appropriate to stare." She whispered. I fought the urge to roll my eyes. How she knew I was glancing back at him, I'll never know.
At the end of the service, I stood at the front behind my mother and father as I did every week, dismissing patrons and thanking them for coming. It was boring, and I always despised it.
"Yes, my studies are going well." or "No, I am not courting as of late." or my personal favorite, "I'm sure your son is very handsome, no I don't want to marry him." Well I never actually said that last one, but I always thought it when the many mothers attempted to set me up with their single sons. I stood off to the side and counted down the minutes till I could be back home reading or painting.
"Mr. Solomons, it is very nice to see you this morning, we haven't been graced with your presence here before." My father spoke. I snapped my head up before I could even consider being discreet. Seeing him so close was different, I could really ingrain his features into my mind.
"Yeah, ain't been to a service since France. Guilt's been weighin' on me." He spoke, shaking my fathers hand and greeting my mother. His voice was unique and beautiful, I wasn't even sure how to put it into words.
"Well son, you are always welcome here. This is my wife Eliana and my daughter Y/N. If you are looking to become familiar with the community, I would love for you to join us at Y/N's birthday event next weekend." My father spoke. I wanted to crawl into a hole and die. My 21st birthday was being treated like a royal gala, and it was embarrassing. It's an excuse for my mother to host an event and find me a husband at the same time. I was dreading it. Inviting a man such as Alfie was even worse.
"Count on me there, mate. This her?" He spoke, pointing to me. My father smiled and reached over my mother, gently tugging me in front of both of them, right in front of Alfie. His presence was more intimidating this close, especially since I had to look up to him as his eyes pierced into mine.
"H-Hi Mr. Solomons. It's a pleasure to meet you." I spoke softly, extending my hands. His large hand grasped mine, the shock of his touch almost causing me to gasp.
"Pleasures mine, treacle." He spoke, rubbing the top of my hand with his thumb before retracting. I swallowed heavily and smiled, backing away to my position behind my mother. After a few more words exchanged with my father, Alfie had left.
About a week later I faced myself in the mirror with a frustrated expression. I gasped as my mother placed her foot on my lower back and yanked on my corset strings.
"Suck it in darling!" She exclaimed, tugging the strings more. I huffed and groaned, grabbing the frame of the mirror in front of me.
"Mother! Why must you insist on this ancient thing?" I spoke, trying to control my labored breathing.
"This was your great grandmothers corset, she wore it to all the events and married your great grandfather in it." Mother spoke with a smile, tying the strings and placing her hands on my synched waist.
"Ew." I grunted. She shook her head with a chuckle and helped me step into my party dress, pulling it up my body and zipping it up. I was actually thankful for the corset, the dress was constricting and it would've been difficult to squeeze into, but breathing was difficult. The dress was beautiful, it was gold and shiny, stopping just below my knees. It was flashy but modest, keeping my chest covered but my arms exposed.
"You look stunning my love." My mother spoke, kissing my cheek and adjusting my stiff hair-do. I smiled in return, just trying to please her at this point.
The party began shortly after I went downstairs, most patrons being friends of my parents. Our large cottage home was transformed into a beautiful, flower covered birthday bash. I did my rounds, greeting everyone and pretending to enjoy myself. About halfway through the party as the sun was setting, I saw Annie and Mabel, two or my friends from school. I instantly beamed and begged them with my eyes to save me.
We pretended to have a big reunion and slowly weaved out of the main party room, rushing off to the gazebo behind my art studio. We began to catch up and chat as Biscuit found his way in Annie's lap, snuggling up. We had graduated a year ago, and the three of us saw less of each other, but still caught up when we can at Sunday services and over the phone.
"Did you see that Solomons came to service?" Annie questioned, stroking Biscuits black fur as she sat next to Mabel on the wooden bench. Mabel nodded excitedly, sipping from her glass of champagne disguised as water- our families would freak if they caught any of us drinking.
"He is so fuckin' fit." Mabel spoke, fanning herself dramatically. I chuckled and shook my head.
"Oh what are you giggling at? You definitely think he's fit too." Annie teased. I felt my face flush.
"That's inappropriate!" I exclaimed. Annie and Mabel simultaneously groaned.
"Yeah, no shit. It's just us! You're allowed to loosen up, your parents aren't listening. Now tell us what you think of him." Mabel instructed. I sighed but knew they wouldn't let up.
"He's fit. You happy?" I crossed my arms, leaning against the post. They laughed before Annie spoke.
"You could give us more, I'm sure he gets your panties drenched with that accent and his big hands." Annie spoke dreamily. My face flushed again. In all honesty, since I had met Alfie he had been on my mind all week, and sometimes the thoughts were less than pure.
"You have no idea. Swear I need a rag to clean myself up when I think of him." I murmured. The girls erupted in laughter, my grin widening a bit, they always managed to get me to act improper. The laughter died down and we all agreed to head back in before someone comes looking.
The three of us stepped down from the gazebo and began trekking back to the house. While engrossed in conversation, we failed to notice Alfie in our path, his cane and hat giving off his usual intimidating aura. We stopped in our tracks and smiled, greeting him.
"Happy birthday, treacle." Alfie spoke, a beautiful grin on his face. I smiled, feeling the heat return to my cheeks.
"Was that your mother calling you Annie? Let's go check shall we?" Mabel chimed in, dragging a drooling Annie away. Before I could argue they were gone and I was left alone with Alfie.
"Thank you for coming, Mr. Solomons." I nodded, avoiding eye contact.
"Just Alfie, dove." He corrected. I smiled and twiddled my fingers.
"Was just tourin' the property. Beautiful land. That studio in there yours?" He questioned, motioning to the small side house. I nodded with a smile.
"Would love to see your work some time pet.- Here, before I forget." He spoke reaching in his pocket and pulling out a handkerchief, handing it over to me. I furrowed my brows.
"Thank you Mr. Solo- Alfie. May I ask it's purpose?" I questioned. He smirked and bent down till his lips were brushing against my ear.
"That's to wipe up those drenched panties you were goin' on about."