CH 17: Jimmy Caputo

**WARNING: SA and violence in this chapter!**

~ New York, 1918 ~

The patrons of the Luciano bar were peacefully residing upstairs, sipping away on aged wine, and nibbling away at imported European cheese. They were completely oblivious to the muffled voices below them, down the stairwell and to the side of the basement, where the Luciano family (with the exception of Margo) stood in Frank's office.

"Frank, this is insane!" Esme's mother shouted at her husband, "You're not going to use our daughter to do your bidding. She can get hurt, seriously hurt." She sneered.

"First off, I will do whatever I please, and you will never question me again." Esme's father said in a dark, stern, voice that sent a shiver down Esme's spine. "She's not going to get hurt. Just going to use her charm to lure him in close enough for us to finish the job."

"Pop, I really don't fe-"

"Silence!" Esme's father slammed his hands on his desk, standing up and towering over her, "That fucker owes me money and I'm gonna get even, dammit! He's been holding out on me for too long." He snickers, grabbing Esme by her arm, pulling her to him, "You're my daughter and you will do what I say, capisce (do you understand)?" Her face inches from his, feeling his breath reeking of alcohol.

"...Capisco (I understand)." She says softly, grunting as he flings her back at her mother. Her heels slip on the tile and she feels her body caught by her mother's embrace. 

"Now, you get changed and head on out there." He commanded. Esme walked out of his office, tears forming in her eyes as she snatched the clothing bag off her father's door and walked with shame to the dressing room. The dress her father had picked for her was a short black dress, barely covering her if she was honest. With the door finally closed, she allowed the tears to stream down her face as she undressed and slowly pulled the fabric over her delicate body. She was just old enough to be a woman, but was still young that she was very much a child. She looked at herself in the mirror, noting how the fabric clung to her every curve, a striking change in her physique throughout the past couple of years. She takes a deep breath and combs through her curls with her fingers, sniffling while her lip trembled. 

Her mother walks in, sighing sadly and closing the door. Gabriella knew that her daughter should not be placed in this situation, but she also knew that if she dared disobeyed Frank's words, she may never get to see her girls grow up. Her head would be mounted on his wall in their vacation home upstate, with the rest of her body swimming somewhere far below the sea.

"You don't do anything that man may suggest, do you understand me? You do exactly as your father says, but nothing more." She says, walking over and taking Esme's hands, "I don't want you to get hurt, do you understand?" She says, scanning over Esme's body. 

She gulps and nods.

Heading back to the front of Luciano's Bar, Esme sits perfectly in front of Mr. Caputo, propped up on a bar stool. She can practically feel his eyes dancing across her spine, inching lower and lower until she feels his gaze resting on her hips. Almost immediately, Jimmy walks up to her, "Ms. Esme, could I offer you a drink?"

"But, of course." Esme replies, batting her eyelashes and placing a hand to her chest. She knew the game she had to play, but usually it would end in her swiping their wallets. Her usual orders were nothing compared to what her father had planned for her this night. 

Jimmy orders them a glass of wine and presents her with her glass. I'm old enough to be your daughter, you disgusting pig.

The two continue talking for the majority of the evening, Jimmy complementing Esme every chance he got, commenting on her perfect skin, her perfect waist, and her womanly hips. Each comment causing Esme to claw at the wood underneath the table. Her instructions were clear, seduce him enough to get him alone, drug him, and lead him to the boys. Esme continued to listen to his charm and his comments, eventually offering him another glass a wine. This time, she had slipped a little pill into the drink, waiting until it evaporated to hand it to him. He quickly became lost in her eyes, her striking green eyes, and followed her to the back room. That was her instructions, but no one was there when she got there. Jimmy closes the door behind her and pins her to the wall, "Now, don't be a tease young lady~" he slurs, his hands roaming her sides.

"Jimmy, you're not feeling like yourself. Why don't you sit down." She replies, wiggling out of his grip, offering him a chair.

He smirks mischievously, taking the chair out of her hands and tossing it across the room, "You're right, I'm not feeling myself...I rather feel you." He says, knocking her to the floor, pinning her down. He's rough with her, showing no mercy, as he begins to pull up her dress.

His hands are rough on her body, pinching and clawing his way up her thighs. She desperately kicks and thrashes underneath him attempting to get away. She had no way of protecting herself, her virtue, and her purity (what little was left of her innocence). He runs his right hand over the inside of her thigh, her eyes widening and her jaw clenching at the thought of what was to come next. He raises his left had to her face, caressing it gently, until he passes by her mouth and she bites down harshly like a feral dog defending itself. He grunts and smacks her across the face as his finger hook inside her garments. 

Esme screams a horrific, blood curdling, scream as the door bursts open. Her father comes charging at Jimmy, putting a pistol to his head, "This is for all you owe you sick son of a bitch." He says, pulling the trigger right on his skin. Jimmy's head blows back, his brain matter scattering in the air. Esme's dress is covered in blood, and she can't hold back her sobs. Her mother runs in, pushing past her father's men.

"My sweet girl, did he touch you!?" she shouts, pulling Esme up into a tight hug. She's shaking like a leaf, both from witnessing such a horrific event and from being assaulted in such a manner. Esme frantically pulls her dress down, stepping back from her father's men who are taking in the sight of her. She was lucky enough to not have been ruined entirely (at least to their misogynistic standards, but her self respect was as low to the ground as that man's bleeding body. Her mother holds her face in her hands and catches on to what just happened, quickly turning around like a mother bear defending her young. "FRANK THIS HAS TO STOP, RIGHT NOW!" She shouts, charging at him. He takes the pistol and smacks her across the face with it.

 Esme winces and squeezes her eyes shut as she hears a sharp scream and a thud.

Her life will never be the same. 

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