Gangland: Carlos and Dee Dee

Dee Dee had laid back down in the bed, eventually drifting back to sleep. Bobby had brought up the wedding portrait that he rush ordered and sat it on her nightstand to approve. He hung the other above the mantle in the sitting room the two were married in.

He stood in the itting room looking at the portrait of then, smiling. Before he could never understand why Opie had been torn aprt by his wife's death, hardened as he was by constantly dishing out death. Now, though, he understood. Making his way back to the bedroom, he wondered if Dee Dee would want to go out to dinner with him later. He sat on the bed beside her sleeping body and laid his hand on her bottom to shake her awake.

Dee Dee yawned, "Hmm?" She blinked a few times until she was fully awake. She sat up and smiled when she saw him, "Did it go okay?"

"Much better than expected," he leaned down and kissed her exposed hip, "Would you like to go out to dinner with me tonight?"

Dee Dee purred, gently brushing his hair with her fingers, "I'd like that. Do you think Bobby would mind collecting my things from Jax's? I don't have much."

"Bobby lives to serve," he chuckled.

Dee Dee chuckled, "Thanks." She smiled up at him; brushing his hair with her fingers.

"Come on, let me show you around your new home,"he smilrd and offered her his hand.

Dee Dee took his hand and got up, following him into the hall.

He took her through the sprawling home room by room. Many of the rooms were barely decorated due to disuse. Bobby was in the the kitchen so he made the request to collect Dee Dee's things and he left to do so. As they stood alone in the kitchen he asked her, "Which room do you want for the music room?"

Dee Dee smiled brightly, "The sunroom upstairs...with all the windows."

He smiled, "go get dressed, we'll go shopping."

Dee Dee got ready within a few minutes. She picked a brown pair of Oxford heels, a filmy cream blouse with pearl buttons and a white camisole underneath and brown tweed trousers with wide legs that showed off her curves. Her family hated her trousers; she was the first girl on her block to wear them. She hoped her husband would not frown upon the forward look.

She went downstairs after applying her make-up and Hawaiian ginger perfume. She went into Carlos' study to find him looking over the books for one of his numerous businesses.

Looking up he took in her style. He appreciated a woman who was fearless. Standing, he made his way to her and walked a half circle around her.
"You look amazing."

Dee Dee blushed, "Thanks...not many men like their women waltzing around in pants."

He growled softly by her ear. As he spoke his lips brushed her earlobe, "I love fearless women."
Putting his arm around her waist they made their way to the waiting car.

Dee Dee never felt respected even though her family name was well-known; she never felt powerful until that afternoon with Carlos. She was treated like a queen not only by him, but by everyone they encountered.

They must have spent a fortune: he let her buy anything she wanted or hinted at liking, including a piano of her own. She couldn't help but worry about him spending on her.

Carlos had everything sent to the house. He loved the look on her fave everytime he bought her.something. everyone trested her just as he expect to be treated himself.
"Shall we eat now?"

Dee Dee looked at him in awe, "Sure...but...are you sure you want to spend more money? I mean, I can just cook something..."

He laughed, "I have more than enough.money. I want to treat you to dinner. Don't fret over it."
He held het hand and walked toward the.restaurant.

Dee Dee held his hand as they walked along the streets.

He watched as men passing by looked at her and loved that she only had eyes for him. When they reached the restaurant all he had to do was give them his name to be sat first. He smiled as he scooted in her chair.

Dee Dee held his hand as she looked over the menu, "I don't know where to begin..."

He ordered wine for them both. Then he explained which dishes were.good and which weren't

Dee Dee ended up picking out the same thing as Carlos. She thought about the empty rooms in Carlos' house and wondered why he never decorated them. She took a sip of her wine. "We really should do something with the other rooms. Maybe make guest rooms or something."