Gatton Past and Present

Paris Gatton (Gut-tahn) is a gangster, a thief, and a murderer for whatever mob boss will have him. However, it is his womanizing that deprives him of his daughter before her birth. Yet, twenty years later, he suddenly finds himself under her billow of protection. Paris begins to realize that he must do what he can to save his daughter from the life he used to live, and he must do it before he loses her forever.

Excerpt:

There was a hush as she walked into the restaurant. Her suit was black Armani. Her cashmere trench coat London Fog. Boots polished to match her trousers. And on her head she wore a coal black dress hat that covered her eyes until she wanted someone to see them. She looked untouchable, and to everyone in the establishment, she was. Her shoulder holster held two 9mm's. Underneath her black collarless shirt, there was another nine tucked away, and she touched the outfit off with a small revolver in her leg strap next to her ankle. A fourteen-karat gold chain hung from her neck.
She sat down at her usual table which was in the smoking section, but she liked to look out the window while she ate. So, when she was in the restaurant, the whole place became a non-smoking section. The last person who tried to light a cigarette while she was eating left the restaurant and was never heard from again. Remembering this story, the people became falling dominoes as they put their cigarettes out. Her service was impeccable and her waiter was at her side in seconds. She wanted no surprises. She always had the same waiter and the same meal. If either was missing, it was not good for the restaurant owner.
"Your usual today?" asked the waiter.
"Yes," she responded, "and I am waiting for someone. Please escort him to my table when he arrives."
"Yes, ma'am."
She stared out the window carefully looking to make sure everything was as it should be. Her meal was brought to her five minutes later, and her guest arrived ten minutes later.
"You're late," she said.
"Sorry, I had a hard time finding the place."
She put her fork down and nodded with some acceptance of his story. She sat back and let him tell her his proposition. While he was talking to her, she kept her eye on the street. She, then, looked back at him when he told her he would give her fifteen thousand dollars for the job. She carefully took off her hat, laid it on the table, and checked outside again.
"Sam, what do you think I am?" she asked putting her elbows on the table and resting her chin on her hands staring at him.
"A gun-for-hire and a highly recommended one at that."
"You know, I don't like being made a fool of, nor do I like wasting my time." She began to put her hat back on. "Now Sam, what's my name?"
"CYG"
She stood and reached in her pocket for her money. She took out a couple of twenties and threw them on the table.
"I just wanted to make sure you knew who you were dealing with. I will see you later, Sam," she said leaving the table, "I promise."
She headed for the kitchen in no particular hurry. While she was sitting with Sam, she observed two cars pull up that had never been in the neighborhood before. If they were lost, the drivers never got out to ask for directions, and most people didn't go to the roof to take a smoke, and then stare at the restaurant across the street like they were waiting for something.
She was at the back door by the time the cops came through the front. Everyone continued what they were doing without a word as she headed out the back door. She got in her car that was parked in the alley. However, the only exit to the alley was blocked by a squad car.