Harmony - Sienna Mynx
It’s the roaring 20’s and the melody of love in Harlem could be found in one woman's voice. Her name is Harmony Jones. The story of her torrid love affair with Sicilian mobster Vincenzio Terranova is about to unfold.
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Terranova stepped closer and she dropped her hands to her hips maintaining his stare. Could he be serious? The hard look of desire in his gaze said he indeed was. His eyes were a tawny shade of brown. The man made her anxious to leave, to stay, to explain herself to the maid who was somewhere in this house judging her. She felt anxious all over. He was closer now, closer than any man besides Lewis had ever been.
Harmony’s lips, plump as fresh plucked strawberries, drew near the magnified chrome bulb. She offered her audience a taste by joining the brass section though their warm up, her bee-bop-skat-shubbie-dee-bop riding along effortlessly. Fletcher Henderson, the bandleader, gave her the cue. Harmony extended her arms, parted her lips and her voice sailed to unattainable heights. So did her hopes. Tonight she'd send both soaring.
Never in his life, had a woman affected him so. Not even his sweet Annie, who left him when his violent nature became too much. He knew his fondness for Harmony stemmed from her voice. But now, he had to question that reasoning. There was something different about this dame. It was her. All of her. She could have remained fully clothed and still affected him this way. He could sit and stare at her all night. Hell how many times at the Cotton had done that very thing.