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VINNIE:
I couldn’t believe it. All day and nothing to do. There was always a job or someone to talk to. Well usually. Today though Vicky was gone all day at her undercover job, the bank job where she kept getting pissed that she couldn’t wear a suit. Then again I’m not sure we would have a great conversation anyways. After our last conversation I think there was a major misunderstanding. Personally I think it was that time of the month for her. Aside from my sexist assumptions I was bored out of my skull. I cleaned all my guns. Twice. That was more than I would clean my guns in a year. Of course Vicky thought she got the raw end of the deal here I was sitting on my damn hands worried as hell she was not going come alive. Vicky was a fucking brilliant girl but she was also too overdramatic at times. This is a major reason I didn’t want to have her go undercover usually. Joey on the other hand was watching Striker and his boys. Tony was watching the runs throughout the bank and the average amount of traffic each day. I moved over to the bar since no one was at it today and reached over for my bottle of vodka then I grabbed a carton of OJ to go with it. I poured the orange juice into a metallic shaker and added an extra amount of Vodka to go with it. Then I placed the metallic top and began to shake it arithmetically for a minute. After that I stopped and started to drink from one of the metallic shaker ends. Woo what a kick. I suddenly felt like I could beat the shit out of Joe Fraizer without my hands. I felt like a Sex Pistols concert just went down my throat and kicked my heart loose. Then the door opened and Vicky walked through. I stood up and smiled widely before setting my drink down. “VICKY!! I MISSED YOU!!” I ran at her with outstretched arms. Vicky walked past me as if I was a ghost. “Vicky?” “Don’t talk to me,” Vicky said and she went to her room. I heard the phone ring and I walked over to answer it. “Partenio’s,” I said into the phone and slightly surprised at the voice greeting me. “Vinnie, I need you to get down here.” It was Joey. I knew he was in some sort of trouble so I high tailed my rear end downtown taking the Cadillac. Before I knew it I was outside the warehouse and I saw Joey’s car there as well along with several other cars of assorted colors. I tapped my gun at my side and I walked inside. The air was musty and I heard grunts throughout the near empty warehouse. I looked on and I saw Striker. Next to him was that greedy bastard Powers. I was looking around for Joey and I wondered why he called me. Then I saw him. He was on the ground bleeding from the mouth. He was holding his side as I watched Striker pull Joey up to his feet and pointed a gun at him. “You have two choices here, tell us what you told Vinnie, or we blow your brains out!” Striker said. I knew I should have made my move there, but I couldn’t I had to see what was really going on here. Joey looked up at Striker and spit on his pants. “You can kiss my ass. The Partenios are gonna fuckin’ flip when they find out this is about drugs.” “Your choice Joey.” Striker pointed the gun and squeezed the trigger BLAM! The sound of the gun echoed throughout the warehouse. I couldn’t believe it. Joey was killed. And by Striker, the guy that I thought was gonna make us famous. “What will we tell the Partenios?” Powers asked. “We tell them what they wanna hear: some cops showed up and blew Joey’s brains out. He died like a real mobster.” Striker said before breaking out in laughter. I hurried out back to my car and I drove home. As fast as I could I stopped in front of the house and I stared at the dashboard for a while. It just hadn’t sunk in. They killed Joey. One of our guys. They fucking killed one of our guys those fucking scumbags didn’t have enough balls to do what he did for us. Those fucking lowlifes killed one of my guys, they would pay. I walked into the house and I screamed at the top of my lungs “GOD DAMMIT.” I collapsed in the living room and I cried. |